Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to read more
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
