Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd.
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd.
