Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ( 10 of 73 )
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Beggars must be no choosers.
Beggars must be no choosers.
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
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.]
There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.
There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
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.
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing read more
Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
And three merry boys are we,
As ever did sing in a hempen string
Under the gallow-tree.
