There's nothing makes me so much grieve,
As that abominable tittle-tattle,
Which is the cud eschew'd by read more

There's nothing makes me so much grieve,
As that abominable tittle-tattle,
Which is the cud eschew'd by human cattle.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

The ballance distinguisheth not betweene gold and lead.

The ballance distinguisheth not betweene gold and lead.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to
your mind.

Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to
your mind.

Such a Saint, such an offering.

Such a Saint, such an offering.

He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.

He that plaies his mony ought not to value it.