Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic read more

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.

Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

Foul-spoken coward, that thunder'st with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'st perform.

Give a clowne your finger, and he will take your hand.

Give a clowne your finger, and he will take your hand.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

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.

Faire is not faire, but that which pleaseth.

Faire is not faire, but that which pleaseth.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

When a dog is a drowning, everyone offers him drink.

When a dog is a drowning, everyone offers him drink.