Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
Of every noble action the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice punishment.
Of every noble action the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice punishment.
