Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
As many servants so many enemies.
As many servants so many enemies.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for read more
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft contemplative, and kind.
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
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Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
