They dance, they revel, and they sing,
Till the rude turrets shake and ring.

They dance, they revel, and they sing,
Till the rude turrets shake and ring.

To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.

To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.

Buy at a faire, but sell at home.

Buy at a faire, but sell at home.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Let the cobbler stick to his last.

Let the cobbler stick to his last.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

Fortune favours the bold.

Fortune favours the bold.