Great wit to madness sure is near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Great wit to madness sure is near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

The abuse of cabmen in a block.

The abuse of cabmen in a block.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.

The finishing stroke of all sorrow.

Live for today for tomorrow never comes.

Live for today for tomorrow never comes.

Citties are taken by the eares.

Citties are taken by the eares.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

The eyes have one language every where.

The eyes have one language every where.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a read more

But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall,
Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and
drained.