Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal read more
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
