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.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by tenderness of the best hearts.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by tenderness of the best hearts.
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
