Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

For night owls shriek where mounting larks should sing.

The best remedy against an ill man is much ground betweene both.

The best remedy against an ill man is much ground betweene both.

Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.

Every thing is of use to a houskeeper.

He who has in due season become rich, unless he saves in due
season, will in due season starve.

He who has in due season become rich, unless he saves in due
season, will in due season starve.

Friends should be judged by their acts, not their words.

Friends should be judged by their acts, not their words.

Extreme remedies are never the first to be resorted to.

Extreme remedies are never the first to be resorted to.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.

Men who ape the saint and play the sinner.