Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.

Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.

He comes not in my books.

He comes not in my books.

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour
of the great; an experienced man fears read more

To the inexperienced it is a pleasant thing to court the favour
of the great; an experienced man fears it.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.

A favour is half granted, when graciously refused.

A favour is half granted, when graciously refused.

Without businesse debauchery.

Without businesse debauchery.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft.

Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.

Wise men ne'er wail their present woes.