Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.
Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds.
