Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
No better than you should be.
No better than you should be.
Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
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Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn read more
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
