Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
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?
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!
Let the world slide.
Let the world slide.
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
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Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.
