Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
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I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is -- it is her shadow.
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt is, there truth is -- it is her shadow.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
