In doing we learne.

In doing we learne.

For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
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For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

'Tis very certain the desire of life
Prolongs it.

'Tis very certain the desire of life
Prolongs it.

Pardon all but thy selfe.

Pardon all but thy selfe.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

Much matter decocted into few words.

Much matter decocted into few words.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend;
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend;
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.