So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!