He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

He that makes his bed ill, lies there.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.

A brute without a single redeeming point.

A brute without a single redeeming point.

There is room left also for several to bring their friends.

There is room left also for several to bring their friends.

And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

The Bathe of the Blackamoor hath sworne not to whiten.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

All the Armes of England will not arme feare.

All the Armes of England will not arme feare.