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.
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
