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What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.
He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.
He that hath no good trade, it is to his losse.
Nothing is so swift as calumny, nothing is more easily
propagated, nothing more readily credited, nothing more widely
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Nothing is so swift as calumny, nothing is more easily
propagated, nothing more readily credited, nothing more widely
circulated.
Who hath no head, needes no heart.
Who hath no head, needes no heart.
A poore mans Cow dies a rich mans child.
A poore mans Cow dies a rich mans child.
The back-doore robs the house.
The back-doore robs the house.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!
