Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,
Which being unrestrained, a heart is broken.
'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,
Which being unrestrained, a heart is broken.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; read more
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,
That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
As cold as cucumbers.
As cold as cucumbers.
