Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.
A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.
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!
Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new.
