YOUTH AND MANHOOD

O young Mariner,
Down to the haven,
Call your companions,
Launch your vessel,

And crowd your canvas;

And, ere it vanishes
Over the margin,

After it, follow it,
Follow The Gleam.

Song from Twelfth Night'

WHEN that I was and a little tiny boy,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;

A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; 'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gates, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day

But when I came unto my beds,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; With toss-pots still had drunken heads, For the rain it raineth every day.

A

great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;

But that's all one, our play is done,

And we'll strive to please you every day.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.