Maxioms by Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Living from hand to mouth.
Living from hand to mouth.
Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in read more
Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie
Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
