Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew read more

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

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!--

There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.

What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.

What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

I'll put that in my considering cap.