Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Gold! gold! gold! gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

Fortune is like glass; she breaks when she is brightest.

Fortune is like glass; she breaks when she is brightest.

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

Of a little thing a little displeaseth.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Strike the iron whilst it is hot.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Too much of anything is bad.

Too much of anything is bad.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.