Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
