Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.
He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our feet.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Hunger is sharper than the sword.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
