Maxioms by Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas
Made no more bones.
Made no more bones.
Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a read more
Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber,
The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Did thrust (as now) in other's corn his sickle.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Living from hand to mouth.
Living from hand to mouth.
