I tell the tale as it was told to me.

I tell the tale as it was told to me.

The reasons of the poore weigh not.

The reasons of the poore weigh not.

In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.

In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if read more

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.

The cares that flutter batlike round fretted roofs.

The cares that flutter batlike round fretted roofs.

The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]

The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to
Vespasian's tax on ordure.]