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Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
I hate ingratitude more in man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice.
Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.
Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.
He that hath no hony in his pot, let him have it in his mouth.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
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.
