For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.

Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.

I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.

I am myself a man, and nothing relating to men is a matter of
indifference to me.

An Oxe is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.

An Oxe is taken by the horns, and a Man by the tongue.

Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.

Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.

All griefes with bread are lesse.

All griefes with bread are lesse.