'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale.

'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale.

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

In avoiding one vice fools rush into the opposite extreme.

In avoiding one vice fools rush into the opposite extreme.

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.