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!
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
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!"
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were read more
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
He who profits by a crime, commits it.
