Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal read more
Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.
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.
Let the world slide.
Let the world slide.
