Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more
'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
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England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
He, who will not pardon others, must not himself expect pardon.
He, who will not pardon others, must not himself expect pardon.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
