Maxioms by Thomas Middleton
Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
My nearest
And dearest enemy.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.
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.
