Maxioms by Charles Churchill
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where Appetite stands cook.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
