The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.

The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

You tell a tale to a dead man.

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck read more

'Tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,
For daws to peck at.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.

O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!

O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!

Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.

Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.

Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.

Strong of his hands, and strong on his legs, but still of his
tongue.

The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.

The net is not spread for the hawk or the kite.

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.

He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.