“ There’s no sence against our fate,
Changes daily on us wait.
⁠ Chor. Drink and set your heart at rest;
⁠Of a bad bargain make the best.
Some pursue the winged wealth,
⁠Some to honour do aspire;
Give me freedom, give me health,
⁠That's the sum of my desire.
What this world could more present,
Would not add to my content.
⁠ Chor. Drink and set your heart at rest;
⁠Of a bad bargain make the best.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ I'm but a servant maid.
Then he stood and viewed her,
his skill began to rise,
He spoke such words unto this maid,
which did her quite surprise.
It is true you are a servant,
but sure you are no maid ”

“ Thursday fell sick; poor soul, she’ll die;
⁠five doctors came with length’ned faces;
Each felt my pulse; ah, me! cry’d I,
⁠are these my promis’d loves and graces!
Friday grew worse; cry’d Ma, in pain,
⁠our day was fair, heav’n do not black it;
Where’s your complaint, love? In my brain,
⁠what shall I give you? Captain Clackit.
Early next morn a nostrum came
⁠worth all their cordials, balms, and spices,
A letter; I had been to blame ”