Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, read more
Like a plank of driftwood
Tossed on the watery main,
Another plank encountered,
Meets, touches, parts again;
So tossed, and drifting ever,
On life's unresting sea,
Men meet, and greet, and sever,
Parting eternally.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
