He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.

The way of transgressors is hard.

The way of transgressors is hard.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

Of him that speakes ill, consider the life more then the word.

Of him that speakes ill, consider the life more then the word.

There are more men threatned then stricken.

There are more men threatned then stricken.

Snuffling through his nose some stale joke.

Snuffling through his nose some stale joke.