Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
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.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
Let them learn first to show pity at home.
Let them learn first to show pity at home.
