Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the read more
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow
Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
