Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Hit the nail on the head.
Hit the nail on the head.
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
As cold as cucumbers.
As cold as cucumbers.
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal read more
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.
