Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
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
Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive! - Marmion.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive! - Marmion.
It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one read more
It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one thing and think another!
