Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.

The Philosophy of Princes is to dive into the Secrets of men,
leaving the secrets of nature to those read more

The Philosophy of Princes is to dive into the Secrets of men,
leaving the secrets of nature to those that have spare time.

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many
superfluous things which the owner knows not of, read more

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many
superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to
the thieves.

Once a yeare a man may say: On his conscience.

Once a yeare a man may say: On his conscience.

Tasteful rather than expensive.

Tasteful rather than expensive.

Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more

Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.

Cloath thee in war, arme thee in peace.

Cloath thee in war, arme thee in peace.

He who sounds his own trumpet will soon find plenty to laugh at
him.

He who sounds his own trumpet will soon find plenty to laugh at
him.