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
There is a method in man's wickedness; it grows up by degrees. — Francis Beaumont Degrees 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
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
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
There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty. — Francis Beaumont Angry 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
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
