In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.

In the house of a Fidler, all fiddle.

Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).

Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne
Carpenters (to make them crutches).

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of read more

'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you,
my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,
safety.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream read more

Just as the felon condemn'd to die--
With a very natural loathing--
Leaving the sheriff to dream of ropes,
From his gloomy cell in a vision elopes,
To caper on sunny greens and slopes,
Instead of the dance upon nothing.

The Germans wit is in his fingers.

The Germans wit is in his fingers.

Silence gives consent.
[Lat., Qui tacet, consentire videtur.]

Silence gives consent.
[Lat., Qui tacet, consentire videtur.]

None is offended but by himselfe.

None is offended but by himselfe.

The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.

The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.