What sweeter gift from nature has fallen to the lot of man than
his children?

What sweeter gift from nature has fallen to the lot of man than
his children?

For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.

For man may pious texts repeat,
And yet religion have no inward seat.

Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

Warre makes theeves, and peace hangs them.

Warre makes theeves, and peace hangs them.

To go where the King goes afoot (i.e. to the stool).

To go where the King goes afoot (i.e. to the stool).

Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.

Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.

There would bee no great ones if there were no little ones.

There would bee no great ones if there were no little ones.

A life of honour and of worth
Has no eternity on earth,--
'Tis but a name.

A life of honour and of worth
Has no eternity on earth,--
'Tis but a name.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.