Hope is the poore mans bread.

Hope is the poore mans bread.

The blind eate many a flie.

The blind eate many a flie.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and
the trees their leaves.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

There is a method in man's wickedness:
It grows up by degrees.

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
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Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]

You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.

You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.

A creature not too bright nor good
For human nature's daily food.

A creature not too bright nor good
For human nature's daily food.

We are fooles one to another.

We are fooles one to another.