When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

Don't long for the unripe grape.

Don't long for the unripe grape.

Then happy those, beloved of heaven,
To whom the mingled cup is given;
Whose lenient sorrow find read more

Then happy those, beloved of heaven,
To whom the mingled cup is given;
Whose lenient sorrow find relief,
Whose joys are chastened by their grief.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.

Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and
hatred therewith.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

For murder though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.

Wine is a turne-coate (first a friend, then an enemy).

Wine is a turne-coate (first a friend, then an enemy).

Where there is peace, God is.

Where there is peace, God is.

The escaped mouse ever feeles the taste of the bait.

The escaped mouse ever feeles the taste of the bait.

Here is a fine field for talent.

Here is a fine field for talent.