Philip Massinger

I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
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I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
Mine own could not contain.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.

As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
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As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring more to the making up of a man,
Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature;
And did he not, each morning, new create thee,
Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

Ill news, madam,
Are swallow-winged, but what's good
Walks on crutches.

Ill news, madam,
Are swallow-winged, but what's good
Walks on crutches.