Maxioms by John Gay
That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.
That Raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak)
Bodes me no good.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
Impartially their talents scan,
Just education forms the man.
- John Gay,
Impartially their talents scan,
Just education forms the man.
- John Gay,
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
How many saucy airs we meet,
From Temple Bar to Aldgate street!
