You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

In the husband wisedome, in the wife gentlenesse.

In the husband wisedome, in the wife gentlenesse.

We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
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We have not wings, we cannot soar,
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

A good heart cannot lye.

A good heart cannot lye.

When my house burnes, it's not good playing at Chesse.

When my house burnes, it's not good playing at Chesse.

I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.

I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.