Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.

A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

One ungrateful man injures all who need assistance.

One ungrateful man injures all who need assistance.

A blustering night, a faire day.

A blustering night, a faire day.

So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.

So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.

He comes not in my books.

He comes not in my books.

Simple is the language of truth.

Simple is the language of truth.