The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

A mans discontent is his worst evill.

A mans discontent is his worst evill.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.

There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

The web of life is of mingled yarn, good and ill together.

When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied
with his own, as a matter read more

When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied
with his own, as a matter of course.

Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.

Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.