Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

What mare's nest hast thou found?

What mare's nest hast thou found?

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.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

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.