Maxioms by William Habington
As ourselves your empires fall,
And every kingdom hath a grave.
As ourselves your empires fall,
And every kingdom hath a grave.
Like the violet, which alone
Prospers in some happy shade,
My Castara lives unknown
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Like the violet, which alone
Prospers in some happy shade,
My Castara lives unknown
To no looser eye betrayed.
