We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

We start from the Mother's Arms and we run to the Dustshovel.

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.

All covet, all lose.

All covet, all lose.

Deceive not thy Physitian, Confessor, nor Lawyer.

Deceive not thy Physitian, Confessor, nor Lawyer.

The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

The pupil will eclipse his tutor, I warrant.

If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.

If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.

Virtue alone is happiness below.

Virtue alone is happiness below.

Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.

Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.