Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
Like Hezekiah's, backward runs
The shadow of my days.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck
Shall fling her old shoe after.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die.
