Maxioms by Charles Churchill
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Falsehoods border on truths.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
Everyone has his besetting sin.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
