Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Write on your doors the saying wise and old,
"Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere--"Be bold;
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Write on your doors the saying wise and old,
"Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere--"Be bold;
Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess
That the defect; better the more than less;
Better like Hector in the field to die,
Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
