These blessed candles of the night.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.
Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.