Well I sup and well I dine, When I drink my frolic wine.
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end.
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent, Adversity then breeds the discontent.
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.
My soul I'll pour into thee.
Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say, Birds chuse their mates and couple too this day: But by their flight I never can devine When I shall couple with my valentine.
Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o'ercome When no force else can get the masterdom
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.
God doth not promise here to man that HeWill free him quickly from his misery;But in His own time, and when He thinks fit,Then He will give a happy end to it.
Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you. And that this pleasure is like raine, Not sent ye for to drowne your paine, But for to make it spring againe.
A SWEET disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction : An erring lace which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher : A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbons to flow confusedly : A winning wave (deserving note) In the tempestuous petticoat : A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility : Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
Go to your banquet then, but use delight So as to rise still with an appetite.
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
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