Maxioms by George Chapman
I pray, what flowers are these?
The pansy this,
O, that's for lover's thoughts.
I pray, what flowers are these?
The pansy this,
O, that's for lover's thoughts.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
One passion doth expel another still.
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as read more
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no
greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out
on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would
a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all
one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more
comfort of them there than we do here.
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so read more
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.
