Maxioms by Charles Dickens
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.
'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.
