Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
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.
Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.
Better not to be at all
Than not to be noble.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
