Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.