Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew read more

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
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Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.

He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.

He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.

Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall read more

Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate?
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,

There is an hour in each man's life appointed
To make his happiness, if then he seize it.

There is an hour in each man's life appointed
To make his happiness, if then he seize it.