Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
After supper walk a mile.
After supper walk a mile.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn read more
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
