Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is

How Can A Bird That Is Born For Joy Sit In A Cage And Sing?

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

Come Live, And Be Merry, And Join With Me, To Sing The Sweet Chorus Of 'ha Ha He!