Maxioms by Old Song
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.
Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!
Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!
