Maxioms by Robert Browning
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
And gain is gain, however small.
And gain is gain, however small.
I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
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I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
