Maxioms by Henry Fielding
This story will never go down.
This story will never go down.
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.
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
Money is the fruit of evil, as often as the root of it.
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.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.
