Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For read more

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey.

Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.

Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.

Riches too increase, and the maddening craving for gold,
So that men ever seek for more, that they may read more

Riches too increase, and the maddening craving for gold,
So that men ever seek for more, that they may have the most.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

None knowes the weight of anothers burthen.

None knowes the weight of anothers burthen.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.

He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]

He has hay upon his horn. [He is a mischievous person.]