Maxioms by Henry Fielding
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
The modesty's a candle to thy merit.
The modesty's a candle to thy merit.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot,
And when fate writ my name it made a blot.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
Some folks rail against other folks, because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
