Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.
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.
Let's meet and either do or die.
Let's meet and either do or die.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
