Maxioms by John Gay
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
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What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare.
Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food,
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.
