Maxioms by Douglas Jerrold
A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may
be, is in itself nothing--makes read more
A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may
be, is in itself nothing--makes nothing, goes for nothing; but,
be sure of it, everything is life depends upon the cock of the
hat.' For how many men--we put it to your own experience,
reader--have made their way through the thronging crowds that
beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their
hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of
their hats'? The cock's all."
Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.
Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
[Lat., Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum.]
He who owns the soil, owns up to the sky.
[Lat., Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum.]
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she
laughs with a harvest.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she
laughs with a harvest.
Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people
twice the time of others.
Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people
twice the time of others.
