Goe not for every griefe to the Phtsitian, nor for every quarrell
to the Lawyer, nor for every thirst read more

Goe not for every griefe to the Phtsitian, nor for every quarrell
to the Lawyer, nor for every thirst to the pot.

Dally not with mony or women.

Dally not with mony or women.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make read more

Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it at least, a merry-go-round,
By--sending the wine round too.

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Nothing is impossible to industry.

Nothing is impossible to industry.