Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.
To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean read more
To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean and plant himself afresh.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
