Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again
Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
War he sung is toil and trouble Honour but an empty bubble.
None are so busy as the fool and knave.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.To-morrow 's falser than the former day;Lies worse, and while it says we sh...
But far more numerous was the herd of stfch Who think too little and who talk too much.
All human things are subject to decay And when fate summons monarchs must obey.
By education most have been misled So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Fight on my merry men all I'm a little wounded but I am not slain I will lay me down for to bleed a while Then I'll rise and fight with you again.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Whence but from heaven, could men unskilled in arts,In several ages born, in several parts,Weave such agreeing truths? Or how, or why, Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie?
Tis Fate that flings the dice,And as she flingsOf kings makes peasants,And of peasants kings.
Damned Neuters in their Middle way of Steering Are neither Fish nor Flesh nor good Red Herring.
For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.
Happy the man and happy he alone He who can call today his own: He who secure within can say Tomorrow do thy worst for I have liv'd today.