Maxioms by Thomas Hood
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he read more
Whoe'er has gone thro' London street,
Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat,
And how he keeps
Gloating upon a sheep's
Or bullock's personals, as if his own;
How he admires his halves
And quarters--and his calves,
As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
