Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that read more

He can give little to his servant, that lickes his knife.
[He can give little to his servant that licks his knife.]

So obliging that he ne'er obliged.

So obliging that he ne'er obliged.

Modesty sets off one newly come to honour.

Modesty sets off one newly come to honour.

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.

Pleasure is often the introduction to pain.

Pleasure is often the introduction to pain.

Circumstances alter cases.

Circumstances alter cases.

Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.

Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.