Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

You kick against the goad.

You kick against the goad.

He who wishes to injure another, will soon find a pretext.

He who wishes to injure another, will soon find a pretext.

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.

Musick helps not the tooth-ach.

Musick helps not the tooth-ach.

Laughter holding both his sides.

Laughter holding both his sides.

Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most read more

As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most sweet robe of durance?