Maxioms by Charles Churchill
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
Every animal loves itself.
Every animal loves itself.
Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.
Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
