Maxioms by Henry Fielding
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts
There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than read more
There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than himself.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
