Maxioms by Sir John Davies
For what made that in glory shine so long
But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
For what made that in glory shine so long
But poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide:
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Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide:
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.
Deeds are males, words females are.
Deeds are males, words females are.
There was a man bespake a think,
Which when the owner home did bring,
He that made read more
There was a man bespake a think,
Which when the owner home did bring,
He that made it did refuse it:
And he that brought it would not use it,
And he that hath it doth now know
Whether he hath it yea or no.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
