Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?
But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?
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.
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
