There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.

Better a snotty child, then his nose wip'd off.

Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?

Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Since riches point to misery and contempt?

The weakest goes to the wall.

The weakest goes to the wall.

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.

He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.

He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Let him laugh, who is on the right side of the hedge.

Let him laugh, who is on the right side of the hedge.