Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

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.

'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,
Which being unrestrained, a heart is broken.

'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,
Which being unrestrained, a heart is broken.

What mare's nest hast thou found?

What mare's nest hast thou found?

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou read more

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!--