Maxioms by Mme. A.m. Bigot De Cornuel
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow read more
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow draw out all our store,
Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an read more
Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an enhanced value.
