Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully read more
But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Let's meet and either do or die.
Let's meet and either do or die.
My dancing days are done.
My dancing days are done.
There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.
