There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.

'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.

I'll have a fling.

I'll have a fling.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

'Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a
stormy sea.

'Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a
stormy sea.

True praise rootes and spreedes.

True praise rootes and spreedes.

Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.

Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.

Consider it the greatest of all virtues to restrain the tongue.

Consider it the greatest of all virtues to restrain the tongue.

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!