Maxioms by Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
One must be poor to know the luxury of living.
Made no more bones.
Made no more bones.
Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
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Even as a Surgeon, minding off to cut
Some cureless limb, before in use he put
His violent Engins on the vicious member,
Bringeth his Patient in a senseless slumber,
And grief-less then (guided by use and art),
To save the whole, sawes off th' infected part.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Thy Will for Deed I do accept.
Thy Will for Deed I do accept.
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.
