Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Fury itself supplies arms.

Fury itself supplies arms.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

You shall never want rope enough.

You shall never want rope enough.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

Many a smale maketh a grate.

Many a smale maketh a grate.

But me no buts.

But me no buts.

Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.

Hee wrongs not an old man that steales his supper from him.

Every sin brings its punishment with it.

Every sin brings its punishment with it.