The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

There were no ill language, if it were not ill taken.

Look not upon the wine when it is read, when it giveth his colour
in the cup, when it read more

Look not upon the wine when it is read, when it giveth his colour
in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.

Trust not one nights ice.

Trust not one nights ice.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

The wind in ones face makes one wise.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

In spending lies the advantage.

In spending lies the advantage.

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
[Lat., Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.]

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.