He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

Gifts enter every where without a wimble.

Gifts enter every where without a wimble.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.

Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.

Better do nothing than do ill.

Better do nothing than do ill.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

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.

As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

As the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.