Up And Down, Up And Down I

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.