Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully read more

But is there nothing else,
That we may do but only walk? Methinks
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.

There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.

There's nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.

After supper walk a mile.

After supper walk a mile.

One foot in the grave.

One foot in the grave.

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.