Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.

Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.

A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.

And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly.
[There is no jollity but hath a smack of read more

There is no jollitie but hath a smack of folly.
[There is no jollity but hath a smack of folly.]

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of read more

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,
safety.

While I plan, and plan, my hair
Is gray before I know it.

While I plan, and plan, my hair
Is gray before I know it.