All covet, all lose.

All covet, all lose.

We hold our greyhound in our hand,
Our falcon on our glove;
But where shall we find read more

We hold our greyhound in our hand,
Our falcon on our glove;
But where shall we find leash, or band,
For dame that loves to rove?

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

Once let good faith be abandoned, and all social existence would
perish.

Once let good faith be abandoned, and all social existence would
perish.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.