John Fletcher
John Fletcher
acts angels commands falls fatal good honest man perfect render shadows soul walk
Man is his own star; and the soul that can/ Render an honest and a perfect man/ Commands all light, all influence, all fate./Nothing to him falls early, or too late./Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,/ Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
bathe brought heaven news prince slow
Drop, drop, slow tears, / And bathe those beauteous feet, / Which brought from Heaven / The news and Prince of Peace.