Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

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

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

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en read more

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in
water.
[Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en
l'onde.]

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.