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.
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.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
