Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Burn to be great,
Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone.
The plains are everlasting as read more
Burn to be great,
Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone.
The plains are everlasting as the hills,
The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else
Comes on the mind with the like shock as though
Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
