Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

A wilful man maun hae his way.

A wilful man maun hae his way.

Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.

Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eye
We late saw streaming o'er.

That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

When shall we find his equal?

When shall we find his equal?

Great strokes make not sweete musick.

Great strokes make not sweete musick.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

Without businesse debauchery.

Without businesse debauchery.