The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.

Shows that we build, when we should but entomb us.

Shows that we build, when we should but entomb us.

Here is a talk of the Turk and the Pope, but my next neighbour
doth me more harm then read more

Here is a talk of the Turk and the Pope, but my next neighbour
doth me more harm then either of them both.

To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.

To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.

As many servants so many enemies.

As many servants so many enemies.

Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle
produce more milk than our own.

Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle
produce more milk than our own.

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.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.