Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

The great put the little on the hooke.

The great put the little on the hooke.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.

Love, well thou know'st no partnership allows,
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.

Love, well thou know'st no partnership allows,
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the
opportunity is lost.

While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the
opportunity is lost.

From a chollerick man withdraw a little; from him that saies
nothing, for ever.

From a chollerick man withdraw a little; from him that saies
nothing, for ever.

Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.

Much will always wanting be
To him who much desires.