Tis Hard To Find God,

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.