Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.
But they that are above
Have ends in everything.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; read more
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,
That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
