Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
This is a pretty flimflam.
This is a pretty flimflam.
Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
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Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; read more
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,
That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
