Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
Anything for a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.
And with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.
How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, read more
How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
