Maxioms by Matthew Arnold
Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would read more
Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would that I did too!
They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.
They live that they may eat, but he himself [Socrates] eats that
he may live.
No, no! The energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
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No, no! The energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,
From strength to strength advancing--only he
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
The kings of modern thought are dumb.
