Maxioms by Sir Walter Raleigh
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' read more
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,--
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.
Speaking much is a sign of vanity, for he that is lavish with words is a niggard in deed.
Speaking much is a sign of vanity, for he that is lavish with words is a niggard in deed.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
