Maxioms by Mme. A.m. Bigot De Cornuel
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow read more
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow draw out all our store,
Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
