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.

Truth and oyle are ever above.

Truth and oyle are ever above.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

When the tree is fallen, all goe with their hatchet.

When the tree is fallen, all goe with their hatchet.

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
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Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Tasteful rather than expensive.

Tasteful rather than expensive.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.