Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
So much to do, so little done, such things to be.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
To learn from other men's mistakes to prevent your own.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness read more
And so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thoughts;
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the waves
In roarings round the coral reef.