William Watson 1

Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.

Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure;
Each day of business has its hour of leisure.

Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.]

Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
[Lat., Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.]