Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
I never think of the future--it comes soon enough.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
