'Who euer casts to compasse weightye prise And thinks to throwe out thondring words of threate; Let powre in lauish cups and thriftie bitts of meate, For Bacchus fruite is frend to Phoebus wise.
The Shepheardes Calender
An odd fact was brought home [...]
"Iris is a man's woman right through"—Weekly Paper.
What a lot of silly sayings carry weight just because they are so old that nobody remembers who it was that said them! Heaven knows I don't inveigh against them on the score of ag [...]