Better never begin than never make an end.
Love makes all hard hearts gentle.
When a dog is drowning, everyone offers him a drink.
The chicken is the country’s, but the city eats it.
Honor and profit lie not all in one sack.
Of all smells, bread; of all tastes, salt.
The wind in ones face makes one wise.
Everyone thinks his sack heaviest.
Great business turns on a little pin.
To a crazy ship, all winds are contrary.
Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.
Show me a liar, and I’ll show you a thief.
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise.
Nothing wears clothes, but Man; nothing doth need But he to wear them.
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, ‘T is angels’ music.
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood, The land of spices; something understood.
After so many deaths I live and write;.
Could have recovered greenness?
Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.