Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.