Whatever is made by the hand of man, by the hand of man may be overturned.
Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts.
The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it.
It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
Working and making a fire doth discretion require.