His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.

His tact, too, temper'd him from grave to gay,
And taught him when to be reserved or free.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Short boughs, long vintage.

Short boughs, long vintage.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

It's not good fishing before the net.

It's not good fishing before the net.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

It will please though ten times repeated.

It will please though ten times repeated.