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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise,
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A new broome sweepeth cleane.
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
E'en his failings leaned to virtue's side.
Too much of anything is bad.
Too much of anything is bad.
A City that parlies is half gotten.
A City that parlies is half gotten.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
