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.

Brabling Curres never want torne eares.

Brabling Curres never want torne eares.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

Every sin brings its punishment with it.

Every sin brings its punishment with it.

Labour with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits read more

Labour with what zeal we will,
Something still remains undone,
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun.

By doing nothing we learne to do ill.

By doing nothing we learne to do ill.

Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey,
and brevity.

Every epigram should resemble a bee; it should have sting, honey,
and brevity.

Then happy those, beloved of heaven,
To whom the mingled cup is given;
Whose lenient sorrow find read more

Then happy those, beloved of heaven,
To whom the mingled cup is given;
Whose lenient sorrow find relief,
Whose joys are chastened by their grief.

The Germans wit is in his fingers.

The Germans wit is in his fingers.