'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.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest
Season your admiration for a while.
Nothing routs us but the villainy of our fears.
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.