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

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

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

Whither goest thou?
[Lat., Quo vadis?]

Whither goest thou?
[Lat., Quo vadis?]

Hee that should have what hee hath not, should doe what he doth
not.

Hee that should have what hee hath not, should doe what he doth
not.

God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle,
and a Prison.

God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle,
and a Prison.

He blames Neptune unjustly who twice suffers shipwreck.

He blames Neptune unjustly who twice suffers shipwreck.

Hee that lives in hope danceth without musick.

Hee that lives in hope danceth without musick.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.