Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. read more

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
ground--long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done, but I would fain die a dry death.

The robber and the cautious traveller alike are girded with the
sword; the one uses it as a means read more

The robber and the cautious traveller alike are girded with the
sword; the one uses it as a means of attack, the other as a means
of defence.

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

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

As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.

As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.

Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.

Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.

Things at the worst will cease, or e'en climb upward
To what they were before.