Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

Everyone has his besetting sin.

Everyone has his besetting sin.

Bear with evil, and expect good.

Bear with evil, and expect good.

He that measures not himselfe, is measured.

He that measures not himselfe, is measured.

The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for
country life.

The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for
country life.

Hee stands not surely, that never slips.

Hee stands not surely, that never slips.

The question is yet before the court.

The question is yet before the court.

The tongue talkes at the heads cost.

The tongue talkes at the heads cost.

All are not merry that dance lightly.

All are not merry that dance lightly.