God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.

John Wilmot
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none...
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none...
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none...
God bless our good and gracious King, Whose promise none...
About This Quote

Here’s a great proverb that sums up the sort of person we all want to be. The original quote is from Shakespeare’s play, Love's Labour’s Lost, which is about a group of academics who go off on a trip to help King Arthur and his knights. So, like your favorite professor or professor emeritus, we know the best sort of people and we also know they never say anything “foolish.”

Source: The Complete Poems

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