Sir Walter Scott

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, read more

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!

Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only read more

Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only works out his own misery.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry read more

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.

He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.