Hang sorrow, care'll kill a cat

Hang sorrow, care 'll kill a cat.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death

I have betrayed myself with my own tongue; The case is altered

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.