Maxioms by Laurence Sterne
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.
Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to read more
Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to anticipate sorrow?
Life's troubles come never too late.
