Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be read more

Friend, for your epitaph I'm grieved,
Where still so much is said;
One half will never be believed,
The other never read.

All men have more consideration for themselves than for others.

All men have more consideration for themselves than for others.

It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the read more

It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.]

With his own weapon do I stab him.

With his own weapon do I stab him.

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.

Call me not an olive, till thou see me gathered.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.

Slowly and imperceptibly old age comes creeping on.