Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.

Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

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.

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

Passion and shame torment him, and rage is mingled with his
grief.

Covetousnesse breaks the bag.

Covetousnesse breaks the bag.

Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke.

Wine that cost nothing is digested before it be drunke.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.

A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.