Maxioms by Oliver Herford
A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.
A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.
Alas! my child, where is the Pen
That can do justice to the Hen?
Like Royalty, she read more
Alas! my child, where is the Pen
That can do justice to the Hen?
Like Royalty, she goes her way,
Laying foundations every day,
Though not for Public Buildings, yet
For Custard, Cake and Omelette.
Of if too old for such a use
They have their fling at some abuse,
As when to censure Plays Unfit
Upon the stage they make a Hit
Or at elections seal the Fate
Of an Obnoxious Candidate.
No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen,
Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.
... one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally.
... one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally.
Many are called but few get up.
Many are called but few get up.
