Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

For a morning raine leave not your journey.

For a morning raine leave not your journey.

Beare with evill, and expect good.

Beare with evill, and expect good.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.

Time undermines us.

Time undermines us.

To be too busie gets contempt.

To be too busie gets contempt.

Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.

Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.

What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?

What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?

At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's read more

At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day.