Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
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.
A civil habit
Oft covers a good man.
A civil habit
Oft covers a good man.
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.
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?
