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.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
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.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
