Maxioms by Thomas Gray
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.
When iron scourge, and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
