Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.