Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
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.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Kiss till the cows come home.
Charity and treating begin at home.
Charity and treating begin at home.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
I'll have a fling.
I'll have a fling.