I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

A sinful heart makes feeble hand.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Give a clowne your finger, and he will take your hand.

Give a clowne your finger, and he will take your hand.

As many men, so many opinions.

As many men, so many opinions.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think
that your delights will keep till another year.

Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think
that your delights will keep till another year.