While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her read more

While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her silver sound,
Is wont with spede to send redresse.

When all men have what belongs to them, it cannot bee much.

When all men have what belongs to them, it cannot bee much.

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some
coveted after, they have erred read more

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some
coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced
themselves through with many sorrows.

Beate the dog before the Lyon.

Beate the dog before the Lyon.

Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

You kick against the goad.

You kick against the goad.

What we can have as a matter of course, is not valued; what is
denied we eagerly covet.

What we can have as a matter of course, is not valued; what is
denied we eagerly covet.

We know this to be all nonsense.

We know this to be all nonsense.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.