Maxioms by John Bunyan
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.
Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly read more
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear.
And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.
And behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name
of which was Beautiful.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
The name of the Slough was Despond.
