The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.

To-night, at least, to-night be gay,
Whate'er to-morrow brings.

At dinner my man appeares.

At dinner my man appeares.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

The honied tongue hath its poison.

The honied tongue hath its poison.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

A countenance inconceivably forbidding.

A countenance inconceivably forbidding.