Francis Beaumont

(1584 – 6 March 1616 / Leicestershire)

Quotations

  • ''Bid her paint till day of doom,
    To this favour she must come.
    Bid the merchant gather wealth,
    The usurer exact by stealth,
    The proud man beat it from his thought,
    Yet to this shape all must be brought.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 43-48). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''Know from this the world's a snare,
    How that greatness is but care,
    How all pleasures are but pain,
    And how short they do remain:''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 15-18). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Here the bones of birth have cried,
    'Though Gods they were, as men they died'.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 27-28). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''this scythe that mows down kings
    Exempts no meaner mortal things.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 35-36). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Mortality, behold, and fear,
    What a change of flesh is here!
    Think how many royal bones
    Sleep within this heap of stones,
    Hence removed from beds of ease,
    Dainty fare, and what might please,''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 1-6). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Where from their pulpits sealed with dust
    They preach: 'In greatness is no trust'.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and William Basse (fl. C. 1602), British dramatist. Lines on the Tombs in Westminster (l. 21-22). . . Attributed to Beaumont and to Basse Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,
    For I must die:''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616)(1584-1616), British dramatist, and John Fletcher (1579-1625), British dramatist. The Captain (l. 43-48). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''For ever will I sleep, while poor maids cry,
    Alas, for pity stay,
    And let us die
    With thee, men cannot mock us in the clay.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616), British dramatist, and John Fletcher (1570-1625), British dramatist. The Captain (l. 43-48). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Lay a garland on my hearse,
    Of the dismal yew;
    Maidens, willow branches bear;
    Say I died true.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616), British dramatist. The Maid's Tragedy (l. 43-48). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Hold back thy hours, dark Night, till we have done;
    The Day will come too soon.
    Young maids will curse thee, if thou steal'st away
    And leav'st their losses open to the day.
    Stay, stay, and hide
    The blushes of the bride.''
    Francis Beaumont (1584-1616), British dramatist. The Maid's Tragedy (l. 43-48). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.

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A Sonnet

Flattering Hope, away and leave me,
She'll not come, thou dost deceive me;
Hark the cock crows, th' envious light
Chides away the silent night;
Yet she comes not, oh ! how I tire
Betwixt cold fear and hot desire.

Here alone enforced to tarry
While the tedious minutes marry,

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