It is a word that's quickly spoken, which being unrestrained, a heart is broken — Francis Beaumont Broken Copy Share Image
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest. — Francis Beaumont Companionship Copy Share Image
“My hard fortunes Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud When they were good.” — Francis Beaumont Fortunes Copy Share Image
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep. — Francis Beaumont Death Copy Share Image
Interest makes some people blind, and others quick-sighted. — Francis Beaumont Blind Copy Share Image
Let us have a care not to disclose our hearts to those who shut up theirs against us. — Francis Beaumont Care Copy Share Image
“The fool that willingly provokes a woman, has made himself another evil angel and a new hell to which all other torments… — Francis Beaumont Provokes Copy Share Image
As men do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise. — Francis Beaumont Exercise Copy Share Image
Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable. — Francis Beaumont Eating Copy Share Image
My virginity, that from my childhood kept me company, is heavier than I can endure to bear. Forgive me, Cupid, for thou… — Francis Beaumont Art 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,… — Francis Beaumont Argument Copy Share Image
All confidence which is not absolute and entire, is dangerous. There are few occasions but where a man ought either to say… — Francis Beaumont Absolutes Copy Share Image
“Bellario. Sir, you did take me up When I was nothing; and only yet am something By being yours. You trusted me… — Francis Beaumont Cunning Copy Share Image
The true way to gain much is never to desire to gain too much. — Francis Beaumont Desire Copy Share Image
It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it. — Francis Beaumont Argument Copy Share Image
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees. — Francis Beaumont Degrees Copy Share Image
Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation. — Francis Beaumont Desolation Copy Share Image
There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty. — Francis Beaumont Angry Copy Share Image
Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in… — Francis Beaumont Cunning 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 Born Copy Share Image
Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And who gave thee that jolly red nose?Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;And they gave me this jolly… — Francis Beaumont Ginger Copy Share Image
Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never… — Francis Beaumont Bird Copy Share Image
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That,… — Francis Beaumont Dare Copy Share Image
The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much. He is not rich that possesses much, but… — Francis Beaumont Desire Copy Share Image