Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And hope without an object cannot live.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid read more
Acquaintance many, and conquaintance few, But for inquaintance I know only two - The friend I've wept and the maid I woo
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
