Maxioms by Old Song
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more
The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.
Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all
evils.
[Lat., Gula plures occidit quam read more
Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all
evils.
[Lat., Gula plures occidit quam gladius, estque fomes omnium
malorum.]
