Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
There's no hate lost between us.
There's no hate lost between us.
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.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
