Maxioms by Francis Beaumont And John Fletcher
This is a pretty flimflam.
This is a pretty flimflam.
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.
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What read more
Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.
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.
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en read more
An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en
l'onde.]