Maxioms by James Beattie
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high,
The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun.
And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high,
The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun.
Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime.
Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
