Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
There grewe an aged tree on the greene;
A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
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There grewe an aged tree on the greene;
A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
With armes full strong and largely displayed,
But of their leaves they were disarayde
The bodie bigge, and mightely pight,
Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight;
Whilome had bene the king of the field,
And mochell mast to the husband did yielde,
And with his nuts larded many swine:
But now the gray mosse marred his rine;
His bared boughes were beaten with stormes,
His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes,
His honour decayed, his brauches sere.
Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare,
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Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd
From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare,
And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare,
Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye,
With greedy jawes her ready for to teare.
Virtue may be cheerful without forgetting its dignity.
Virtue may be cheerful without forgetting its dignity.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy,
rich or poor.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy,
rich or poor.
