Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

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.

Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal read more

Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
To which I leave him.

O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more

O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

I'll put that in my considering cap.