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Francis Beaumont Quotes - Page 2

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 red nose.

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 red nose.

Francis Beaumont
Noses, Red, Ginger

Honor's a thing too subtle for wisdom; if honor lie in eating, he's right honorable.

Francis Beaumont
Wisdom, Lying, Honor

Bad's the best of us.

Francis Beaumont

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Francis Beaumont
Home, Kissing, Cows
Francis Beaumont (1758). “The scornful lady, a comedy”, p.21

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.

Francis Beaumont
Running, Soul, Doubt
Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher (1750). “The Works of Francis Beaumont, and Mr. John Fletcher: The two noble kinsmen; Thierry and Theodoret; The woman-hater; The nice valour; The honest man's fortune; A masque; Four plays or moral representations in one”, p.433

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