Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

Flesh of thy flesh, nor yet bone of thy bone.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

Apoplexic, and Lethargie,
As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more

My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
But two physicians, read more

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.

Through thick and thin, both over Hill and Plain.