Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
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.
Beat all your feathers as flat as pancakes.
Beat all your feathers as flat as pancakes.
I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.
I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.
How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, read more
How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
