We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

When war begins, then hell openeth.

When war begins, then hell openeth.

Dogs are fine in the field.

Dogs are fine in the field.

A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground.

A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

A blustering night, a faire day.

A blustering night, a faire day.

If you loose your time, you cannot get mony nor gaine.

If you loose your time, you cannot get mony nor gaine.

You may be on land, yet not in a garden.

You may be on land, yet not in a garden.

I'm at my wits end.

I'm at my wits end.