Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
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!
The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
Scared out of his seven senses.
Scared out of his seven senses.
