Maxioms by Joseph Addison
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle read more
A thousand trills and quivering sounds
In airy circles o'er us fly,
Till, wafted by a gentle breeze,
They faint and languish by degrees,
And at a distance die.
Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, read more
Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard
man, who was a great scholar, say that he'll dance ye a hornpipe
upon the point of a needle.
When a man becomes familiar with his goddess, she quickly sinks into a woman.
When a man becomes familiar with his goddess, she quickly sinks into a woman.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each read more
Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!
