To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

Danger it selfe the best remedy for danger.

Danger it selfe the best remedy for danger.

Sleepe without supping, and wake without owing.

Sleepe without supping, and wake without owing.

Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.

Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds before they wither.

Marry your sonne when you will; your daughter when you can.

Marry your sonne when you will; your daughter when you can.

A far greater warfare lies hidden under this assumed peace.

A far greater warfare lies hidden under this assumed peace.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Take heed of a young wench, a prophetesse, and a Lattin bred
woman.

Take heed of a young wench, a prophetesse, and a Lattin bred
woman.

Poverty is the mother of health.

Poverty is the mother of health.