Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
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.
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
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Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
