Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercie ever hope to have?
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercie ever hope to have?
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.
Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
