Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
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England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
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!
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years read more
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry
decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters
through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
