Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of read more
For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
The balm of life.
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd.
Two other precious drops that ready stood,
Each, in their crystal sluice, he ere they fell
Kiss'd.
