Francis Beaumont

You are no better than you should be.

You are no better than you should be.

'Twas he
Gave heat unto the injury, which returned
Like a petard ill lighted, unto the bosom
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'Twas he
Gave heat unto the injury, which returned
Like a petard ill lighted, unto the bosom
Of himn gave fire to it.

Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.

Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.

Our natures are a lot like oil, mix us with anything else, and we strive to swim on top.

Our natures are a lot like oil, mix us with anything else, and we strive to swim on top.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.