EPIGRAMS
George Borrow translation
1.
A worthless thing is song, I trow, From out the heart which does not flow; But song from out no heart will flow Which does not feel of love the glow.
2.
Though pedants have essayed to hammer Into our heads the points of grammar; We’re oft obliged to set at nought The different force of should and ought; And oft are sorely puzzled whether We should make use of both or either.
3.
When of yourself you have cause to speak Always make yourself broad and tall; Envy attacks you if you are great, But thorough contempt attends the small.
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London: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
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