Maxioms by Thomas Babington Macaulay
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.
A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Then none was for a party;
Than all were for the state;
Then the great man helped read more
Then none was for a party;
Than all were for the state;
Then the great man helped the poor,
And the poor man loved the great:
Then lands were fairly portioned;
Then spoils were fairly sold:
The Romans were like brothers
In the brave days of old.
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
