Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.

All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

All your better deeds
Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.

No friend's a friend till [he shall] prove a friend.

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.

And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.

And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October.