Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
