Maxioms by Mme. A.m. Bigot De Cornuel
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?
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.
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.
Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.
Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.
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.]
