Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
The less of this cold world the more of heaven.
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.
Anything for a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
All was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worst appear
The read more
All was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worst appear
The better reason.
Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.
Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.
