Maxioms by Henry Fielding
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.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
