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.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
