Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and
convenience of our lives.
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and
convenience of our lives.
