'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

Friendship's full of dregs.

You know who you are, but know not who you could be.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth of valor.