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?
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.
