When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

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.

Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none.

Mend your cloathes, and you may hold out this yeare.

Mend your cloathes, and you may hold out this yeare.

Once a yeare a man may say: On his conscience.

Once a yeare a man may say: On his conscience.

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a read more

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

It is not fair to treat as serious that which is only said in
joke.

It is not fair to treat as serious that which is only said in
joke.