Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.
It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
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Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.
A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.
He invites the commission of a crime who does not forbid it, when
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He invites the commission of a crime who does not forbid it, when
it is in his power to do so.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to read more
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
