A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?

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.

Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?

What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.

What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach.
[The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]

The Royall Crowne cures not the head-ach.
[The Royal Crown cures not the headache.]

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.

He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.