Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
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.
