Maxioms by William Cowper
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the read more
O solitude, where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.
The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.
We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
God made the country, and man made the town.
God made the country, and man made the town.
