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.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily read more
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily sucks in the twining bait,
And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.
Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line!
How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
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.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
With thee conversing I forget the way.
