Maxioms by Philip Massinger
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.
Ill news, madam,
Are swallow-winged, but what's good
Walks on crutches.
Ill news, madam,
Are swallow-winged, but what's good
Walks on crutches.
