Maxioms by Robert Browning
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
From the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
