Maxioms by Robert Browning
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!
Let my hand,
This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend;
Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
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?
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the words.
