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Mark Akenside
English
Poet
About the author
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Mark Akenside,
English
Poet
#Forget
#Man
#Lies
#Disguise
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
Mark Akenside,
English
Poet
#Men
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
Mark Akenside,
English
Poet
#Trifles
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire.
Mark Akenside,
English
Poet
#Now
#Life
#Will
#Experience
#Passion
#Shakespeare
#Mankind
#Genius
#Yield