Maxioms by Thomas Fuller
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind,
That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
He that fears you present will hate you absent.
He that fears you present will hate you absent.
It is the best sorrow in a Christian soul when his sins are loathsome and offensive unto him--a happy token read more
It is the best sorrow in a Christian soul when his sins are loathsome and offensive unto him--a happy token that there hath not been of late in him any insensible supply of heinous offenses, because his stale sins are still his new and daily sorrow.
Today is yesterday's pupil.
Today is yesterday's pupil.
Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.
Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.
