Francis Beaumont

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven.

— Francis Beaumont

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

— Francis Beaumont

She's private to herself and best of knowledgeWhom she'll make so happy as to sigh for.

— Francis Beaumont

Nose, nose, jolly red nose,And they gave me this jolly red nose.

— Francis Beaumont

Mortality, behold and fear!Who now want strength to stir their hands

— Francis Beaumont