Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.

Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.

Never had ill workeman good tooles.

Never had ill workeman good tooles.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.

What were vices have become the fashion of the day.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

The eyes have one language every where.

The eyes have one language every where.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.