Maxioms by James Beattie
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
And none speaks false, when there in none to hear.
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!
Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
