Maxioms by Abraham Cowley
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
