Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.

We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
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We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.

He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.

He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.

Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.

Hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.

I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

Craft against craft makes no living.

Craft against craft makes no living.