Maxioms by Henry Fielding
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
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So when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
When a third dog one of the two dogs meets:
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.
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.
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart read more
Great joy, especially after a sudden change of circumstances, is apt to be silent, and dwells rather in the heart than on the tongue.
