The will to do, the soul to dare.
Tag: Sir Walter Scott
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Too much rest is rust.
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.
To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.
Oh, what tangled webs we weave, When we first practice to deceive.
Oh, the tangled webs we weave When we practice to deceive.