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."

The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.

Much matter decocted into few words.

Much matter decocted into few words.

Everyone has his besetting sin.

Everyone has his besetting sin.

Every one is witty for his owne purpose.

Every one is witty for his owne purpose.

Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.

Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.

The hope of escaping with impunity is the greatest incentive to
vice.

The hope of escaping with impunity is the greatest incentive to
vice.

Covetous of another man's, prodigal of his own.

Covetous of another man's, prodigal of his own.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in read more

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong.
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.