The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

The ill that comes out of our mouth falles into our bosome.

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

There is no proverb which is not true.
[Sp., No hay refran que no sea verdadero.]

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

Out of mind, when out of view.

Out of mind, when out of view.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

We see not our own backs.

We see not our own backs.

Day treads upon the heels of day, and the new moons hasten to
their waning.

Day treads upon the heels of day, and the new moons hasten to
their waning.