Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
And grasps the skirts of happy chance,
And breasts the blows of circumstance.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
