At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.

With customes wee live well, but Lawes undoe us.

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's read more

A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain;
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more

He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.

All keyes hang not on one girdle.

All keyes hang not on one girdle.

He that is afraid of leaves, goes not to the wood.

He that is afraid of leaves, goes not to the wood.

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.

Hee that burnes his house warmes himselfe for once.