Sir Walter Scott

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
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The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.