Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more
That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats read more
O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.
