At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

Wo be to him that reads but one book.

Wo be to him that reads but one book.

Good workemen are seldome rich.

Good workemen are seldome rich.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.

Hee pays too deare for honey that licks it from thornes.

The more thou stir it the worse it will be.

The more thou stir it the worse it will be.

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
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And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent
are punished and the wicked escape.]

Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent
are punished and the wicked escape.]