Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun read more
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat oneself
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat oneself
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
