Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.

The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.

Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.

Honour and profit lie not in one sacke.

God oft hath a great share in a little house.

God oft hath a great share in a little house.

Their silence cries aloud.

Their silence cries aloud.

The fellow is either a madman or a poet.

The fellow is either a madman or a poet.

An idle head is a boxe for the winde.

An idle head is a boxe for the winde.

When age is jocond it makes sport for death.

When age is jocond it makes sport for death.

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.