Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
It is an honourable thing to be merciful to the vanquished.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
And through the hall there walked to and fro
A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same,
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And through the hall there walked to and fro
A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same,
Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow
Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came,
And knew them how to order without blame.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
