Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.