But few prize honour more than money.

But few prize honour more than money.

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?

What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?

Rare is the union of beauty and modesty.

Rare is the union of beauty and modesty.

Now to drink and trip it on the light fantastic toe.

Now to drink and trip it on the light fantastic toe.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.

Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]