Maxioms by Samuel Daniel
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.
As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come;
For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come;
For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
