Maxioms by Samuel Daniel
This is the Thing that I was born to do.
This is the Thing that I was born to do.
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.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
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.
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.
