Maxioms by Mark Akenside
This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to read more
This was Shakespeare's form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to all mankind
Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Which his own genius only could acquire.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The green retreats
Of Academus.
The green retreats
Of Academus.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
