Maxioms by Unknown
Tell me, thou old man, worthy of a child's bauble.
Tell me, thou old man, worthy of a child's bauble.
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.
A one hundred yard high tower still has its foundation on the ground.
A one hundred yard high tower still has its foundation on the ground.
When you have faith in yourself you don’t need others to believe in you.
When you have faith in yourself you don’t need others to believe in you.
