Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go read more
Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever. - The Brook.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
If we cannot do what we want, we must do what we can.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
He who says what he likes, must hear what he does not like.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
