Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ( 10 of 73 )
Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall read more
Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate?
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will;
'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.
One foot in the grave.
One foot in the grave.
Nose, nose, holly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon read more
Nose, nose, holly red nose,
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves;
And they gave me this jolly red nose.
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.
He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.
He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
I'll put that in my considering cap.
