A stone in a well is not lost.

A stone in a well is not lost.

Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?

Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.

It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.

Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle
produce more milk than our own.

Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle
produce more milk than our own.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.