Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure |
I read the label underneath, That telleth me whereto I must; I see the sentence eke that saith 'Remember, man, that thou art dust!' But yet, alas, but seldom I Do think indeed that I must die - My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates ar |
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die |
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die |
When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown |