To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker.
It is money makes the mare to trot. - John Wolcot
It is money makes the mare to trot.
- John Wolcot
Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow. - John Wolcot
Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.
The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then. - John Wolcot
The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then.
A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down. - John Wolcot
A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.
To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of goodness, was an undertaker. - John Wolcot
Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with go… - John Wolcot
Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with go…
Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality. - John Wolcot
Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality.
With vivid words your just conceptions grace, Much truth compressing in a narrow space; Then many shall peruse, but few complain, And envy frown, and… - John Wolcot
With vivid words your just conceptions grace, Much truth compressing in a narrow space; Then many shall peruse, but few complain, And envy frown, and…
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out. - John Wolcot
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.
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