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?
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.
Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.
Whenever a separation is made between liberty and justice,
neither, in my opinion, is safe.
And gain is gain, however small.
And gain is gain, however small.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.