Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ( 10 of 73 )
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
It shew'd discretion, the best part of valor.
It shew'd discretion, the best part of valor.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully read more
But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.
Beggars must be no choosers.
Beggars must be no choosers.
One foot in the grave.
One foot in the grave.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en read more
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en
l'onde.]
No better than you should be.
No better than you should be.
