Maxioms by George Crabbe
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more
Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.
Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from read more
Temp'rate in every place--abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either--he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
