Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
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There's a brave fellow! There's a man of pluck!
A man who's not afraid to say his say,
Though a whole town's against him.
