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.
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
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.
