Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
