Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, and that craves wary walking.

Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.