Maxioms by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
Everybody's business is nobody's business.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
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And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
I don't mind your thinking slowly; I mind your publishing faster
than you think.
I don't mind your thinking slowly; I mind your publishing faster
than you think.
A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.
A beggarly people,
A church and no steeple.
