The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

He that is down needs fear no fall
He that is low, no pride.

He that is down needs fear no fall
He that is low, no pride.

Who gathers thistles, may expect pricks.

Who gathers thistles, may expect pricks.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Every bees hony is sweet.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.