Maxioms by Edmund Spenser
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
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And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.
Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything.
