Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
To say the truth, though I say 't that should not say 't.
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.
