Maxioms by Mark Akenside
At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths read more
At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers
To Arno's myrtle border.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
The green retreats
Of Academus.
The green retreats
Of Academus.
