Maxioms by John Gay
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
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Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honor shall be mine.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
