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.

The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.

The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.

As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.

As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.

Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

Those griefs burn most which gall in secret.

You stick in the same mire.

You stick in the same mire.

If you must flie, flie well.

If you must flie, flie well.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.

In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.

In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by
fire.

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with read more

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
Weary and old with service.