Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
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.
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.
