Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
It is always good
When a man has two irons in the fire.
It is always good
When a man has two irons in the fire.
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.
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
