Maxioms by Sydney Smith
That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
sulphur.
That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
sulphur.
Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his read more
Oh, herbaceous treat!
'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat;
Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl;
Serenely full the epicure would say,
"Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."
A wise man struggling with adversity is said by some heathen
writer to be a spectacle on which the read more
A wise man struggling with adversity is said by some heathen
writer to be a spectacle on which the gods might look down with
pleasure.
My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was
actually twelve miles from a read more
My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was
actually twelve miles from a lemon.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?
What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?
