Wode has erys, felde has sigt.

Wode has erys, felde has sigt.

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.

The honied tongue hath its poison.

The honied tongue hath its poison.

In chusing a wife, and buying a sword, we ought not to trust
another.

In chusing a wife, and buying a sword, we ought not to trust
another.

I'ld charm her with the magic of a switch.

I'ld charm her with the magic of a switch.

With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.

With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.

An ill labourer quarrells with his tooles.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.