Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]
