Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
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.
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
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.
