He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.

Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

First come, first served.

First come, first served.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion.

Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion.