Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.
There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.
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.
