She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

You cannot flea a stone.

You cannot flea a stone.

Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]

Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]

Favour will as surely perish as life.

Favour will as surely perish as life.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

A pittifull looke askes enough.

A pittifull looke askes enough.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

He who speaks evil only differs from his who does evil in that he
lacks opportunity.

He who speaks evil only differs from his who does evil in that he
lacks opportunity.

Words pay no debts.

Words pay no debts.