While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her read more

While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her silver sound,
Is wont with spede to send redresse.

We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow read more

We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.

In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.

In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.

Beare with evill, and expect good.

Beare with evill, and expect good.

We see not our own backs.

We see not our own backs.

For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.

Make hast to an ill way that you may get out of it.

Do not expect good from another's death.

Do not expect good from another's death.

Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing
else in this world.

Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing
else in this world.