Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
