Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

As cold as cucumbers.

As cold as cucumbers.

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.

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.

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.

Though I say't that should not say't.

Though I say't that should not say't.