Maxioms by William Gifford
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor read more
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings,
Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
Countless the various species of mankind,
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
No general object read more
Countless the various species of mankind,
Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
No general object of desire is known,
Each has his will, and each pursues his own.
