Maxioms by Robert Browning
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat;
Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
No, when the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
This could but have happened once,
And we missed it, lost it forever.
