Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

Whither art thou rushing to destruction?

Whither art thou rushing to destruction?

To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.

To fine folkes a little ill finely wrapt.

He that gives me small gifts would have me live.

He that gives me small gifts would have me live.

'Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one.

'Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

A great fortune is a great slavery.

A great fortune is a great slavery.

Short boughs, long vintage.

Short boughs, long vintage.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind!
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.