. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same
mistake.

He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same
mistake.

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?

Some men plant an opinion they seem to erradicate.

Some men plant an opinion they seem to erradicate.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.

Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.

Ill natures, the more you aske them, the more they stick.

Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.

Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.