Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.
A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.
Often the cock-loft is empty, in those whom nature hath built
many stories high.
Often the cock-loft is empty, in those whom nature hath built
many stories high.
Much matter decocted into few words.
Much matter decocted into few words.
Today is yesterday's pupil.
Today is yesterday's pupil.
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.
