Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.
By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.
Exercise thy lasting youth defends.