Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
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.
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.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
