Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.

Were there no fooles, badd ware would not passe.

Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.

Valour that parlies is neare yeelding.

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

Prevention is better than cure.

Prevention is better than cure.

We see not our own backs.

We see not our own backs.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.