Maxioms by Unattributed Author
Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce read more
Hier aupres de Charenton
Un serpent morait Jean Freron,
Que croyez-vous qu'il arriva?
Ce fut le serpent qui creva.
Long ago a man of the world was defined as a man who in every
serious crisis is invariably read more
Long ago a man of the world was defined as a man who in every
serious crisis is invariably wrong.
I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.
I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown
I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death read more
Our life's a flying shadow, God's the pole,
The index pointing at Him is our soul;
Death the horizon, when our sun is set,
Which will through Christ a resurrection get.
