Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

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.

Of every noble action the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice punishment.

Of every noble action the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice punishment.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

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.