Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths,
And tell them.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
He hath no power that hath not power to use.
