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He that will take the bird, must not skare it.
He that will take the bird, must not skare it.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
All our sweetest hours fly fastest.
 At lovers' perjuries,
 They say Jove laughs.  
 At lovers' perjuries,
 They say Jove laughs. 
He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world.
He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world.
 There is no vice so simple, but assumes
 Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.  
 There is no vice so simple, but assumes
 Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. 
If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.
If the braine sowes not corne, it plants thistles.
 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. 
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
 Thoughts shut up want air,
 And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.  
 Thoughts shut up want air,
 And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.