Maxioms by John Gay
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the read more
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flames renews.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
