Maxioms by Thomas Hood
For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
For my part getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so read more
'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology--
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.
