Maxioms by Samuel Daniel
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]
Th' aspirer, once attain'd unto the top,
Cuts off those means by which himself got up.
Th' aspirer, once attain'd unto the top,
Cuts off those means by which himself got up.
