You'l never make an even day while you live;
And yet, who trusted him for any Summe,
Might have their mony, if the Day were come.
And when will that be; when the Devil's blind;
You will this Day at the Greek Calends find.
For, if the Sun doth hang behind the Change,
If you can find the Day before 'tis strange.
Then to the Tavern, Landlord, let's away,
Chear up your heart, hang't, 'tis a broken Day.
And for your Rent, never thus Rent your Soul,