Maxioms by Henry Fielding
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best of hearts.
The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best of hearts.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
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.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
