What? Mars his sword? faire Cytherea say,
 Why art thou arm'd so desperately to day?
Mars thou hast beaten naked, and o then
 What need'st thou put on armes aginst poore men?

I have a hat, but not to wear;
I wear a sword, but not to slay,
And ever in my bag I bear
A pack of cards, but not to play.

No more, no more, no more!
Such language holds the solemn sea,
The sands upon the shore shall bloom
The thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar
—No more, old man, no more.

Weep no more for what is past,
For Time in motion makes such haste
He hath no leisure to descry
Those errors which he passeth by.
If we consider accident,
And how repugnant unto sense
It pays desert with bad event,
We shall disparage Providence.

What is an epigram? a dwarfish whole,
Its body brevity, and wit its soul.

What is ambition? 'tis unrest, defeat!
A goad, a spur, a quick'ning the heart's beat;
A fevered pulse, a grasp at shadows fleet,
A beck'ning vision, fair, illusive, sweet!

What fun to work the mountain paddies!
A monkey rubs the sasara , a badger beats a drum!
Good sound on the badger's drum, what fun this is!
From the old days the monkey's been good at the sasara!
How long will the scarecrow be in the mountain paddies?

What does the old man hope from those books like graves
When the whole earth is his carpet,
And the stars are a rosary within his hands?

If Brother Francis pardoned Brother Flea,
There still seems need of such strange charity,
Seeing he is, for all his gay goodwill,
Bitten by funny little creatures still.

Sun's a risin',
This is gonna be ma song.
Sun's a risin',
This is gonna be ma song.
I could be blue but
I been blue all night long.