Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.

He that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
But never out of judgment.

Kiss till the cows come home.

Kiss till the cows come home.

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou read more

Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to!--

What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.

What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink.

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.