Maxioms by John Lyly (lylie Or Lyllie)
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.
The greater the kindred is, the lesse the kindnesse must bee.
Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.
Who wer as lyke as one pease is to another.
There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
There can be no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
