Maxioms by John Gay
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.
For he as studious--of his ease.
For he as studious--of his ease.
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.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
