We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh
till your hearts ake.

We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh
till your hearts ake.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon read more

As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon thee.

Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.

Whether you boyle snow or pound it, you can have but water of it.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

A man perfect to the finger tips.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

A creature not too bright nor good
For human nature's daily food.

A creature not too bright nor good
For human nature's daily food.