Maxioms by Robert Southey
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the read more
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
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Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
