Maxioms by Robert Herrick
When a daffadill I see,
Hanging down his head t'wards me,
Guesse I may, what I must read more
When a daffadill I see,
Hanging down his head t'wards me,
Guesse I may, what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead:
Lastly, safely buryed.
'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.
'Tis not the food, but the content,
That makes the table's merriment.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
A sweet disorder in the dresse
Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
If little labour. little are our gaines:
Man's fortunes are according to his paines.
