What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.

An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.

"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who read more

"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who on earth can say I am not pious?"

Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.

Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.

Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.

Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.

Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.

Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.