Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
A poet not in love is out at sea;
He must have a lay-figure.
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out read more
Leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like moral and immortal creatures.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
See the sun!
God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
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.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
