Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er read more
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
