Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die

I read the label underneath, That telleth me whereto I must; I see the sentence eke that saith 'Remember, man, that thou art dust!' But yet, alas, but seldom I Do think indeed that I must die - My ancestors are turned to clay, And many of my mates ar