Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

The hole calls the thiefe.

The hole calls the thiefe.

A Lyons skin is never cheape.

A Lyons skin is never cheape.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

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.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

If you live according to the requirements of nature, you will
never be in want; if according to the read more

If you live according to the requirements of nature, you will
never be in want; if according to the fashions of the world you
will never be rich.

I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.

I hang my ears like an ass whose spirits droop.