Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they
assume anger, and take courage from the very crime read more

Nothing is more audacious than these women when detected; they
assume anger, and take courage from the very crime itself.

There is more talke then trouble.

There is more talke then trouble.

As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love read more

As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again;
"Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I;
"As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow";
"Fortune assists the boldest," I reply;
"A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe";
"Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay";
"Light burden's heavy, if far borne";
Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away";
"Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

He who asks with timidity invites a refusal.

He who asks with timidity invites a refusal.

Just then, as by the tumult riven,
Poured down at once the lowering heaven.

Just then, as by the tumult riven,
Poured down at once the lowering heaven.

Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his
girdle.

Hee that hath a Fox for his mate, hath neede of a net at his
girdle.