Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a read more
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden read more
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.
