Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want read more

Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants.

My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.

What! upon compulsion? No!

What! upon compulsion? No!

Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

None is offended but by himselfe.

None is offended but by himselfe.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.

Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.

But scandal's my aversion--I protest
Against all evil speaking, even in jest.

But scandal's my aversion--I protest
Against all evil speaking, even in jest.