Warre is deaths feast.

Warre is deaths feast.

The generous heart
Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.

The generous heart
Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

Who can blind lover's eyes?

Who can blind lover's eyes?

This is no time for staring about.

This is no time for staring about.

The Mill gets by going.

The Mill gets by going.

None is borne Master.

None is borne Master.

Though fame is smoke,
Its fumes are frankincense to human thought.

Though fame is smoke,
Its fumes are frankincense to human thought.

Ther's no great banquet but some fares ill.

Ther's no great banquet but some fares ill.