Maxioms by John Lyly (lylie Or Lyllie)
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.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A cleere conscience is a sure carde.
A cleere conscience is a sure carde.
