Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Seeming genial, venial fault.
Seeming genial, venial fault.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
Flattery brings friends, but the truth begets enmity.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
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We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke:
"Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we."
"They hunt old trails" said Cyril, "very well;
But when did woman ever yet invent?"
