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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
The market is the best garden.
The market is the best garden.
He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.
He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.
In every countrey the sun rises in the morning.
[In every country the sun rises in the morning.]
In every countrey the sun rises in the morning.
[In every country the sun rises in the morning.]
I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.
I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.
When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly read more
The life blood streaming thro' my heart,
Or my more dear immortal part,
Is not more fondly dear.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
He follows his father, but with shorter strides.
