Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
He knows little, who will tell his wife all he knows.
He knows little, who will tell his wife all he knows.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead; a grave is but a plain suit; a rich monument is an embroidered read more
Tombs are the clothes of the dead; a grave is but a plain suit; a rich monument is an embroidered one.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
Bad excuses are worse than none.
Bad excuses are worse than none.
