Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will read more
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth,
"There are no birds in last year's nest."
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
