Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Something given that way.
Something given that way.
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.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
