In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.

Bee not a Baker, if your head be of butter.

Shee spins well that breedes her children.

Shee spins well that breedes her children.

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.

One sword keeres another in the sheath.

One sword keeres another in the sheath.

Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from read more

Time flies, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

A trade is better then service.

A trade is better then service.

Laughter holding both his sides.

Laughter holding both his sides.

Love askes faith, and faith firmenesse.

Love askes faith, and faith firmenesse.