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Who could tell such a story with dry eyes?
Who could tell such a story with dry eyes?
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
This is the reward of my folly.
This is the reward of my folly.
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!
Villany reduces those whom it defiles to the same level.
Villany reduces those whom it defiles to the same level.
Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has
learnt.
Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has
learnt.
A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning.
A handfull of good life is better then a bushell of learning.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
