Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; read more

Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under
Fortune's false lottery, desperately run
To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout,
That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What read more

Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
What an inviting hell invented.

No better than you should be.

No better than you should be.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

I'll put that in my considering cap.

It is always good
When a man has two irons in the fire.

It is always good
When a man has two irons in the fire.