Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.

Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.

The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

The mind still longs for what it has missed, and loses itself in
the contemplation of the past.

Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.

It costs more to doe ill then to doe well.

It costs more to doe ill then to doe well.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.

Well does he sleep who knows not that his sleep has been broken.

Here is a fine field for talent.

Here is a fine field for talent.

He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.

He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.