Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.
The devil lies brooding in the miser's chest.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
All those must such delights expect to share,
Who for their friend think fit to take a bear.
All those must such delights expect to share,
Who for their friend think fit to take a bear.
Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]
Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]
No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend until he is unhappy.
No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend until he is unhappy.
