There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

There is a devil in every berry of the grape.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

Give me the soft sigh, whilst the soul-telling eye
Is dimm'd for a time with a tear.

A blustering night, a faire day.

A blustering night, a faire day.

The vices of idleness are only to be shaken off by active
employment.

The vices of idleness are only to be shaken off by active
employment.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.

The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]

The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]

In a retreat the lame are formost.

In a retreat the lame are formost.