He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.

He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

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.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

All is not gold that glisters.

All is not gold that glisters.

Every bees hony is sweet.

Every bees hony is sweet.

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more

I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.