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.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
