The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

But shepherds know
How hot the mid-day sun shall glow
From the mist of morning sky.

But shepherds know
How hot the mid-day sun shall glow
From the mist of morning sky.

Here's metal more attractive.

Here's metal more attractive.

He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.

He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.

The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.

The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Make good use of your time, it flies fast.

Make good use of your time, it flies fast.

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, read more

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.

Speake not of my debts, unlesse you meane to pay them.

Speake not of my debts, unlesse you meane to pay them.