Maxioms by Laurence Sterne
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
He found a city of bricks, he left one of marble.
"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery read more
"He shall not die, by God," cried by uncle Toby. The Accusing
Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed
as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down,
dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
Our armies swore terrible in Flanders.
It is the duty of a good shepherd to shear, not to skin his
sheep.
It is the duty of a good shepherd to shear, not to skin his
sheep.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
