Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

Some flowers of Eden ye yet inherit,
But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

When shall we find his equal?

When shall we find his equal?

All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.

All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.

He warmes too neere that burnes.

He warmes too neere that burnes.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Light is that grief which counsel can allay.

Light is that grief which counsel can allay.

Caesar's wife should be above suspicion.

Caesar's wife should be above suspicion.