But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.
O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Love laughs at locksmiths.
Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down