For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's read more

For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all read more

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

The face, not the woman is the attraction.

The face, not the woman is the attraction.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

Who teacheth often learns himself.

Who teacheth often learns himself.

We do it soon enough, if that we do be well.

We do it soon enough, if that we do be well.