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.

By that sin fell the angels.

By that sin fell the angels.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.

Knowledge is folly, except grace guide it.

Knowledge is folly, except grace guide it.

To be too busie gets contempt.

To be too busie gets contempt.

One eye of the masters sees more, then ten of the servants.

One eye of the masters sees more, then ten of the servants.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

Coming events cast their shadows before.