Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ( 10 of 73 )
Sing a song of sixpence.
Sing a song of sixpence.
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.
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
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Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.
Evil beginning houres may end in good.
Evil beginning houres may end in good.
Let the world slide.
Let the world slide.
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.
Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise:
At least be more than I was; and be sure
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Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise:
At least be more than I was; and be sure
You credit anything the light gives life to
Before a man.
Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
