Maxioms by John Lyly (lylie Or Lyllie)
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.
The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.
