Their Lips Were Four Red

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.