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 foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.
The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes
overthrow the tallest Oke.
You are in some brown study.
You are in some brown study.
