Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
No better than you should be.
No better than you should be.
Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
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Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!--
He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
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He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
That art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond.
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
