Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Whistle, and she'll come to you.
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing read more
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.
