Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou read more
Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!--
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en read more
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en
l'onde.]
