Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
Who never doubted, never half believed.
Where doubt there truth is--'tis her shadow.
Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
