Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
