Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Beggars must be no choosers.
Beggars must be no choosers.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
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.
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
