Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

He comes not in my books.

He comes not in my books.

Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!

Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!

Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.

Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.

Beggars must be no choosers.

Beggars must be no choosers.

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,