The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.

There is no heat of affection but is joyned with some idlenesse
of brain, says the Spaniard.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

Heresie is the school of pride.

Heresie is the school of pride.

Don't long for the unripe grape.

Don't long for the unripe grape.

Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.

Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under read more

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

All wish for knowledge, but no one wishes to pay the price of it.

All wish for knowledge, but no one wishes to pay the price of it.