Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.

Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything;
The world's a fine believing world, write news.

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.

There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.

A civil habit
Oft covers a good man.

A civil habit
Oft covers a good man.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew read more

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.