How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]

The best mirrour is an old friend.

The best mirrour is an old friend.

He plaies well that winnes.
[He plays well that wins.]

He plaies well that winnes.
[He plays well that wins.]

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

A greater liar than the Parthians.

A greater liar than the Parthians.

To persevere
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.

To persevere
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness: 'tis unmanly grief.

Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with
thoughts.

Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with
thoughts.