Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
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,
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!--
Sing a song of sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
