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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
I will be correspondent to command.
I will be correspondent to command.
The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.
The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
No hair so small but hath his shadow.
No hair so small but hath his shadow.
Though the power be wanting, the will deserves praise.
Though the power be wanting, the will deserves praise.
He who would not be indolent, let him fall in love.
He who would not be indolent, let him fall in love.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
But we are all men
In our own natures frail.
