Maxioms by William Cowper
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that hast survived the Fall!
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
A billion here, a billion there, pretty soon it's real money.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
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Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant read more
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd,--
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.