Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme. – Francis Beaumont
There is a method in mans wickedness; it grows up by degrees. – Francis Beaumont
Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme. – Francis Beaumont
There is a method in mans wickedness; it grows up by degrees. – Francis Beaumont
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep. – Francis Beaumont
Our natures are a lot like oil, mix us with anything else, and we strive to swim on top. – Francis Beaumont