Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
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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.
Blessing star forth forever; but a curse
Is like a cloud--it passes.
Blessing star forth forever; but a curse
Is like a cloud--it passes.
