My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou art god, and I a wretched creature: I have sinn'd; but be thou merciful, and grant that yet… — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
If men wound you with injuries, meet them with patience; hasty words rankle the wound, soft language dresses it, forgiveness cures it, and oblivion… — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us. — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
“My hard fortunes Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud When they were good.” — Francis Beaumont Copy Share Image
