Maxioms by Robert Browning
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
O world as God has made it! All is beauty.
