Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
Meaning to read more
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
Meaning to make such music as shall save.
Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,
My strength is waned now that my need is most;
Would that I had such help as man must have,
For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!
The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!
Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, read more
Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, touches, parts again;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally.
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
Making all future fruits of all the pasts.
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
