Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou read more

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!--

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; read more

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.

This is a pretty flimflam.

This is a pretty flimflam.

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What read more

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

I'll put that in my considering cap.