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.

Evening words are not like to morning.

Evening words are not like to morning.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Sometimes the best gaine is to lose.

Sometimes the best gaine is to lose.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Let not him that feares feathers come among wild-foule.

Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.

Hee that would be a Gentleman, let him goe to an assault.