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How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more
How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.
But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.
The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.
The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
A little with quiet is the onely dyet.
A little with quiet is the onely dyet.
He that can make a fire well, can end a quarrell.
He that can make a fire well, can end a quarrell.
There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.
There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.
A woman's general. What should we fear?
A woman's general. What should we fear?
