Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
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.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years read more
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry
decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters
through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
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?
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
