When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?

When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?

Bashfulness is an enemy to poverty.

Bashfulness is an enemy to poverty.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.

Hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.

Little pitchers have wide eares.
[Little pitchers have wide ears.]

Little pitchers have wide eares.
[Little pitchers have wide ears.]

Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death.

Old men, when they scorne young, make much of death.

But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.