Maxioms by Mark Akenside
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.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
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.
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth read more
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire.
