Thomas Middleton

The less of this cold world the more of heaven.

The less of this cold world the more of heaven.

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of read more

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
The balm of life.

There's no hate lost between us.

There's no hate lost between us.

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, read more

How fallen, how changed
From him, who, in the happy realms of light,
Clothed with transcendent brightness, didst outshine
Myriads, though bright.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.