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.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.

Vice gets more in this vicious world
Than piety.

He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
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He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; . . . And thyself,
That art the messenger, shalt ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond.
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.