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He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
Who hath none to still him, may weepe out his eyes.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
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Should banded unions persecute
Opinions, and induce a time
When single thought is civil crime,
And individual freedom mute,
. . . .
Then waft me from the harbour's mouth,
Wild wind, I seek a warmer sky.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
[Lat., Nimia familiaritas parit contemptum.]
Familiarity breeds contempt.
[Lat., Nimia familiaritas parit contemptum.]
So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.
So still we glide down to the sea
Of fathomless eternity.
