Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
Although the last, not least.
Although the last, not least.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
