What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]

Well may hee smell fire, whose gowne burnes.
[Well may he smell fire, whose gown burns.]

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic read more

Hundreds of men were turned into beasts,
Like the guests at Circe's horrible feasts,
By the magic of ale and cider.

Service without reward is punishment.

Service without reward is punishment.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.

Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.

Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven
pillars.

Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven
pillars.