I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Castles are Forrests of stones.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

I talk of cheese, you of chalk.

I talk of cheese, you of chalk.

Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.

Dry bread at home is better then rost meate abroad.

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.