Maxioms by Henry Fielding
Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.
Conscience--the only incorruptible thing about us.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and
both cracked.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than read more
There is nothing a man of good sense dreads in a wife so much as her having more sense than himself.
