Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
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He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
That art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond.
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
