Laurence Sterne

He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.

He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.

Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to read more

Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to anticipate sorrow?
Life's troubles come never too late.

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery read more

"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed
as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down,
dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.

Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.