The sow that was washed is turned to her wallowing in the mire.

The sow that was washed is turned to her wallowing in the mire.

Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

To meditate an injury is to commit one.

To meditate an injury is to commit one.

Better fed than taught.

Better fed than taught.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

He that will learne to pray, let him goe to Sea.
[He that will learn to pray, let him read more

He that will learne to pray, let him goe to Sea.
[He that will learn to pray, let him go to Sea.]

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.

Bee not idle and you shall not bee longing.