The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.

The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked read more

Sceptre and crown must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.

But few prize honour more than money.

But few prize honour more than money.

Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind
without rain.

Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind
without rain.

Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.

Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.

Anything for a quiet life.

Anything for a quiet life.

The back-doore robs the house.

The back-doore robs the house.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.