Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

As cold as cucumbers.

As cold as cucumbers.

Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise:
At least be more than I was; and be sure
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Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise:
At least be more than I was; and be sure
You credit anything the light gives life to
Before a man.

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.

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.