Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Anothers bread costs deare.

Anothers bread costs deare.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.

Where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.

You cannot make the fire so low but it will get out.

You cannot make the fire so low but it will get out.

The ire of a despotic king
Rides forth upon destruction's wing.

The ire of a despotic king
Rides forth upon destruction's wing.

He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after.

He that lives not well one yeare, sorrowes seven after.