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More from Robert Browning

Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.

Paracelsus (1835)

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.

Paracelsus (1835)

Error has no end.

Paracelsus (1835)

Truth is within ourselves.

Paracelsus (1835)

The moment eternal — just that and no more —
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!

"Now" (1889)