Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The dew,
'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
Great thoughts, like great deeds, need
No trumpet.
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.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
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.
