For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is read more

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is vanity.

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

To be too busie gets contempt.

To be too busie gets contempt.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

And we must take the current when it serves;
Or lose our ventures.

Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a
fall.

Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a
fall.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

We take no note of time
But from its loss.

We take no note of time
But from its loss.

In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.

In life you lov'd me not, in death you bewaile me.

Send not a Catt for Lard.

Send not a Catt for Lard.