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Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.
Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.
The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
The good refrain from sin from the pure love of virtue.
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
Her prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses O!
The beades in the Hand, and the Divell in Capuch (or cape of the
cloak).
The beades in the Hand, and the Divell in Capuch (or cape of the
cloak).
Don't long for the unripe grape.
Don't long for the unripe grape.
Those who scratch their hair with one finger. [Fearing to
discompose their curls. Dandies.]
Those who scratch their hair with one finger. [Fearing to
discompose their curls. Dandies.]
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied read more
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Light may come where all looks darkest,
Hope hath life, when life seems o'er.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again.
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again.
