Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
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!
It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.
It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
