In a calm sea every man is a pilot.
If wishes were butter-cakes, beggars might bite.
If wishes were thrushes, beggars would eat birds.
If wishes would bide, beggars would ride.
Prate us but prade; it's money buys land
Money begets money.
In a calm sea every man is a pilot.
If wishes were butter-cakes, beggars might bite.
If wishes were thrushes, beggars would eat birds.
If wishes would bide, beggars would ride.
Prate us but prade; it's money buys land
Money begets money.