Each must drain
His share of pleasure, share of pain.

Each must drain
His share of pleasure, share of pain.

For the labourer is worthy of his hire.

For the labourer is worthy of his hire.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

Bring in great logs and let them lie
To make a solid core of heat.

Swiftly our pleasures glide away,
Our hearts recall the distant day
With many sighs.

Swiftly our pleasures glide away,
Our hearts recall the distant day
With many sighs.

There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]

There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.