Maxioms by James Thomson (1)
At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each read more
At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless read more
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.
The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.
The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.
Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
