Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
He who esteems the Virginia reel
A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal,
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He who esteems the Virginia reel
A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal,
And regards the quadrille as a far greater knavery
Than crushing His African children with slavery,
Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillon
Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pillion,
Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows,
Approaches the heart through the door of the toes.
Of my merit
On that pint you yourself may jedge:
All is, I never drink no sperit,
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Of my merit
On that pint you yourself may jedge:
All is, I never drink no sperit,
Nor I haint never signed no pledge.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
