Maxioms by Philip Massinger
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more
We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.
How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman!
It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,
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How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman!
It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,
It ravishes all senses.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
You may boldly say, you did not plough
Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands
With the read more
You may boldly say, you did not plough
Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands
With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels.
