Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Scared out of his seven senses.
Scared out of his seven senses.
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
Crime oft recoils upon the author's head.
Crime oft recoils upon the author's head.
Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only read more
Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only works out his own misery.
