Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
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.
A soul as white as Heaven.
A soul as white as Heaven.
He comes not in my books.
He comes not in my books.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
