So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.