Maxioms by Mark Akenside
And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.
And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.
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 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.
And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?
And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?
