More from John Fletcher

  1. There is no jesting with edge tools.
  2. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melanchol…
  3. Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest.
  4. Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.
  5. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
  6. And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf in October.
  7. That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
  8. Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we. As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows tree.

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