At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.

The dainties of the great are the teares of the poore.

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.

A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.

To err is human.

To err is human.

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]