Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the read more
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
He who has wronged you is either stronger or weaker than
yourself: be he weaker, spare him; be he read more
He who has wronged you is either stronger or weaker than
yourself: be he weaker, spare him; be he stronger, then spare
yourself.
Let him who has granted a favour speak not of it; let him who has
received one, proclaim it.
Let him who has granted a favour speak not of it; let him who has
received one, proclaim it.