Maxioms by Unknown
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow read more
We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
A fair face may hide a foul heart.
A fair face may hide a foul heart.
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.
Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.
Time rolls on, and we grow old with silent years.
He would stroke
The head of modest and ingenuous youth,
That blushed at its own praise.
He would stroke
The head of modest and ingenuous youth,
That blushed at its own praise.
