It's an ill councell that hath no escape.

It's an ill councell that hath no escape.

The itch of scribbling.

The itch of scribbling.

When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's read more

When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a
sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an
injustice in itself; to expect read more

To ask that which is unjust at the hands of the just, is an
injustice in itself; to expect that which is just from the
unjust, is simple folly.

Too much of anything is bad.

Too much of anything is bad.

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

A feeble dart short of its mark.

A feeble dart short of its mark.