Maxioms by Edmund Waller
Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of read more
Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a read more
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
