Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
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?
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
