You know, my Friends, how bravely in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse.
LVII. In ed. 2:
Have squared the Year to Human Compass, eh?
If so, by striking from the Calendar.
LXII. In ed. 2
When the frail Cup is crumbled into Dust!
LXIII. In ed. 2:
The Flower that once is blown for ever dies.
LXV. In edd. 2 and 3:
They told their fellows, and to Sleep return'd.
LXVI. In ed. 2: