Maxioms by Thomas Babington Macaulay
We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one
of its periodical fits of morality.
We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one
of its periodical fits of morality.
. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of read more
. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of the world.
Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.
Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.
