A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
[A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.]

A litle wind kindles; much puts out the fire.
[A little wind kindles; much puts out the fire.]

Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.

Hee that goes barefoot, must not plant thornes.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

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.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

Everyone puts his fault on the Times.

So--now the danger dared at last,
Look back and smile at perils past!

So--now the danger dared at last,
Look back and smile at perils past!

Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.

Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.

Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.

Confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions.