Maxioms by Samuel Rogers
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an read more
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?"
I lived to write, and wrote to live
I lived to write, and wrote to live
Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the read more
Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the weak.
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
