Maxioms by John Bunyan
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more
Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.
Saint abroad, and a devil at home.
Saint abroad, and a devil at home.
Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.
Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom.
The more he cast away the more he had.
The more he cast away the more he had.
