George Chapman

Let no man value at a little price
A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
Is feather'd read more

Let no man value at a little price
A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.

His deeds inimitable, like the Sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor read more

His deeds inimitable, like the Sea
That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
Nor prints of Precedent for poore men's facts.

He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make greatest and not best.

He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make greatest and not best.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.

Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.