Maxioms by John Lyly (lylie Or Lyllie)
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill and is not corrupted.
None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
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None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
The foule Toade hath a faire stone in his head.
