Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.

The fault is as great as hee that is faulty.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

Is there a man whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs himself read more

Is there a man whose judgment clear
Can others teach the course to steer,
Yet runs himself life's mad career,
Wild as the wave?

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.

Cock up your beaver.

Cock up your beaver.

No one can keep a mask on long.

No one can keep a mask on long.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.

Astrologie is true, but the Astrologers cannot finde it.