Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
In that fierce light which beats upon a throne.
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
That man's the best read more
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
That man's the best Cosmopolite
Who knows his native country best.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
