Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Give place to your superiors.
Give place to your superiors.
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.