Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, read more
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
