Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.

Nought so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good cloth give.

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.

Penny wise, pound foolish.

Penny wise, pound foolish.

Live according to your income.

Live according to your income.

Forbeare not sowing because of birds.

Forbeare not sowing because of birds.

The destruction of the poor is their poverty.

The destruction of the poor is their poverty.

Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.

Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.