Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

If you believe everything you read, better not read.

If you believe everything you read, better not read.

To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean read more

To pluck the vicious quitch
Of blood and custom wholly out of him,
And make all clean and plant himself afresh.

Parsons are soules waggoners.

Parsons are soules waggoners.

Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Of what avail are pedigrees?

A little and good fills the trencher.

A little and good fills the trencher.

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of read more

In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return
unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.