Thomas Middleton

Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.

Two other tender drops, which ready stood,
Each in their crystal sluice.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

Hold their nose to the grindstone.

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

But what avail'd this temperance, not complete
Against another object more enticing?

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.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.