Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
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.
