What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.

For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the
horse is lost, for read more

For want of a naile the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the
horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.

As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love read more

As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again;
"Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I;
"As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow";
"Fortune assists the boldest," I reply;
"A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe";
"Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay";
"Light burden's heavy, if far borne";
Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away";
"Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.

Good is to bee sought out, and evill attended.

Good is to bee sought out, and evill attended.

This is no time for staring about.

This is no time for staring about.

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled;
nor can the hour, which has once fled read more

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled;
nor can the hour, which has once fled by, return again.

The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]

The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]