Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.

He that keeps nor crust nor crumb,
Weary of all shall want some.

In all labour there is profit.

In all labour there is profit.

In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.

In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.

It will never come out of the flesh that's bred in the bone.

Dearths foreseene come not.

Dearths foreseene come not.