Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
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!--
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.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
