Liars pay the penalty of their own misdeeds.

Liars pay the penalty of their own misdeeds.

A childs service is little, yet hee is no little foole that
despiseth it.

A childs service is little, yet hee is no little foole that
despiseth it.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

You walk over red-hot lava hidden beneath treacherous ashes.

You walk over red-hot lava hidden beneath treacherous ashes.