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.
Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.
Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.
