Maxioms by Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in read more
Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie
Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
As leopard feels at home with leopard.
As leopard feels at home with leopard.
Thy Will for Deed I do accept.
Thy Will for Deed I do accept.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
