Maxioms by Abraham Cowley
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
