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The reasons of the poore weigh not.
The reasons of the poore weigh not.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they
assume anger, and take courage from the very crime read more
Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they
assume anger, and take courage from the very crime itself.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
Your pot broken seemes better then my whole one.
It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.
He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that read more
He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that licks his knife.]
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
