Bid them wash their faces,And keep their teeth clean.

You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.

You have clean teeth. Beautiful.

Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,For in this rapture I shall surely speakThe thing I shall repent.

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, / The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green.

A wretched soul bruised with adversity,We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,As much, or more, we should ourselves complain.