Maxioms by Robert Browning
It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
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It is the glory and good of Art,
That Art remains the one way possible
Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
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For the preacher's merit or demerit,
It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer
In the earthen vessel, holding treasure,
But the main thing is, does it hold good measure
Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
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What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up,
And be discharged, and straight wound up anew?
No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets;
May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
