Maxioms by Laurence Sterne
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
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 found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
These things by reason of our friendship I have not hesitated glo
to communicate.
These things by reason of our friendship I have not hesitated glo
to communicate.
When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's read more
When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.
