Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were read more
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
