Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
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.
Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Anything for a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.
