Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn read more
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
