But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

Nothing can come of nothing.

Nothing can come of nothing.

The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.

The tooth-ach is more ease then to deale with ill people.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Say no ill of the yeere, till it be past.

Thinking to bite something soft, he found it hard. [Catching a
Tartar]

Thinking to bite something soft, he found it hard. [Catching a
Tartar]

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more read more

Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!

You rub the sore
When you should bring the plaster!

Of a new Prince, new bondage.

Of a new Prince, new bondage.