Maxioms by Philip Massinger
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.
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.
What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!
What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!
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.
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
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As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring more to the making up of a man,
Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature;
And did he not, each morning, new create thee,
Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.