On Francis Beaumonts death | ||
On Francis Beaumonts death.
He that had Youth, and Friends, and so much WltAs would aske five good Wits to husband it:
He that hath wrote so well, that no man dare
Refuse it for the best, let him beware,
Beaumont is dead, by which our Art appeares,
Wit's a disease consumes one in few yeares.
FINIS.
On Francis Beaumonts death | ||