Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her read more

While gripinge grefes ye hart would wounde,
And dolefulle domps ye mynde oppresse,
There musicke with her silver sound,
Is wont with spede to send redresse.

He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe.

He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe.

A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.

A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.

When the Foxe preacheth, beware geese.

When the Foxe preacheth, beware geese.

The present century was growing blind
To the great Marlborough's skill in giving knocks,
Until his late read more

The present century was growing blind
To the great Marlborough's skill in giving knocks,
Until his late life by Archdeacon Coxe.

A smiling face is half the meal.

A smiling face is half the meal.

Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
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Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.