Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!
I do not sacrifice, but lend myself to business.
I do not sacrifice, but lend myself to business.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
