What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
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I wept when I was borne, and every day shewes why.
[I wept when I was born and every day explains why.]

A faire death honours the whole life.

A faire death honours the whole life.

There is no retracing our steps.

There is no retracing our steps.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

Gifts enter every where without a wimble.

Gifts enter every where without a wimble.

What lies concealed is unknown; there can be no desire for what
is not known.

What lies concealed is unknown; there can be no desire for what
is not known.

He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
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He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.