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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.
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.
It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
It's a wicked thing to make a dearth ones garner.
Nothing is more acceptable to a man, than a friend in time of
need.
Nothing is more acceptable to a man, than a friend in time of
need.
Hanging and wiving go by destiny.
Hanging and wiving go by destiny.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be.
