So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.