Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.

'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

Hee that bewailes himselfe hath the cure in his hands.

Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.

Old praise dies, unlesse you feede it.

Hee that dines and leaves, layes the cloth twice.

Hee that dines and leaves, layes the cloth twice.

A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.

A flatterers throat is an open Sepulcher.

Most men are bad.

Most men are bad.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.