The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.

The itch of disputing is the scab of the Church.

He that gives me small gifts would have me live.

He that gives me small gifts would have me live.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.

And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

And, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,
Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.

Consider it the greatest of all virtues to restrain the tongue.

Consider it the greatest of all virtues to restrain the tongue.

Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.

Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.

None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.

None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.