The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.
When I was at home I was in a better place
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
Wilt thou whip thine own faults in other men?
Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.