Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose,
Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes.
