Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

I'll put a spoke among your wheels.

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.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.

Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!

Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!

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.]