The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.

The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.

The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many.

The little cannot bee great, unlesse he devoure many.

A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
A read more

A man may cry, Church! Church! at ev'ry word,
With no pore piety than other people--
A daw's not reckoned a religious bird
Because it keeps a-cawing from a steeple.

The present century was growing blind
To the great Marlborough's skill in giving knocks,
Until his late read more

The present century was growing blind
To the great Marlborough's skill in giving knocks,
Until his late life by Archdeacon Coxe.

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.

We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.

We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.

Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.

Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.

Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.

Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.

The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from
heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of read more

The more a man denies himself, the more he shall receive from
heaven. Naked, I seek the camp of those who covet nothing.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret. Nil cupientium
Nudus castra peto.]