Trifles

These little things are great to little man.

Trifles

At every trifle scorn to take offence;
That always shows great pride or little sense.

Trifles

What dire offence from amorous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

Trifles

And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

Trifles

Trifles, light as air.

Trifles

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

Shopping Trifles

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year.

Trifles

Little drops of water, little grains of sand
Make the mighty ocean, and the pleasant land.

Trifles

He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.

Trifles

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes overthrow the tallest Oke.

Trifles