Maxioms by Matthew Prior
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
The end must justify the means.
The end must justify the means.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
For hope is but the dream of those that wake. -Matthew Prior.
