Thomas Middleton

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of read more

For the air of youth,
Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign
A melancholy damp of cold and dry
To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume
The balm of life.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

All was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worst appear
The read more

All was false and hollow, though his tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worst appear
The better reason.

Who reigns within himself, and rules
Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.

Who reigns within himself, and rules
Passions, desires, and fears, is more a king.