Maxioms by John Gay
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.
My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
