The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we
cannot complain.

'Tis neither here nor there.

'Tis neither here nor there.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged,
and the disease in a great measure read more

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged,
and the disease in a great measure removed.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Dogs are fine in the field.

Dogs are fine in the field.

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.