Proverbs.

'TIS easier far a wreath to bind, Than a good owner fort to find. - I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight, Yet was waken'd by one, as soon as twas light. - To the mother I give; For the daughter I live. - A BREACH is every day, By many a mortal storm'd; Let them fall in the gaps as they may, Yet a heap of dead is ne'er form'd. - WHAT harm has thy poor mirror done, alas? Look not so ugly, prythee, in the glass!