No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.

No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.

But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.

But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is read more

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is vanity.

The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.

The best of the sport is to doe the deede, and say nothing.

The best of the sport is to doe the deede, and say nothing.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should
perish by his own craft.

When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?

When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?

Talke much and erre much, saies the Spanyard.

Talke much and erre much, saies the Spanyard.