Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.