The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," read more

The peasant thanked her with their tears,
When food and clothes were given;
"This is a joy," the lady said,
"Saints cannot taste in heaven."

Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill dyet was the
mother.

Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill dyet was the
mother.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

Life without a friend is death without a witnesse.

Life without a friend is death without a witnesse.

An inch in a miss is as good as an ell.

An inch in a miss is as good as an ell.

A true friend is tested in adversity.

A true friend is tested in adversity.

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill,
To turn the current of a woman's will.

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill,
To turn the current of a woman's will.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

There is no body will go to hell for company.

He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.

He bristles with hair, like a sea-urchin or a hunted boar.