Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
