Maxioms by Jonathan Swift
The tucked-up sempstress walks hasty strides,
While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.
The tucked-up sempstress walks hasty strides,
While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.
Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches to conceive how others can be in want.
Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches to conceive how others can be in want.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.
