To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Avoid delays: procrastination always does harm.

Avoid delays: procrastination always does harm.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

He thinkes not well, that thinkes not againe.

He thinkes not well, that thinkes not againe.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white
skinned at the blackamoor.

Let the straight-limbed laugh at the club-footed, the white
skinned at the blackamoor.