Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.
