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Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.
Get what start the sinner may, Retribution, for all her lame leg,
never quits his track.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
Springes to catch woodcocks.
To meditate an injury is to commit one.
To meditate an injury is to commit one.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.
The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in
horses is to be found the read more
The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in
horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage
eagles produce a peaceful dove.
[Lat., Fortes creantur fortibus et bonis;
Est in juvenis, est in equibus patrum
Virtus; nee imbellem feroces
Progenerant aquilae columbam.]
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
No one delights more in revenge than a woman.
No one delights more in revenge than a woman.
