Maxioms by George Crabbe
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak;
She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
But monument themselves memorials need.
But monument themselves memorials need.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune
