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Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
Wine makes all sorts of creatures at table.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
One can ever assume to be what he is not, and to conceal what he
is.
One can ever assume to be what he is not, and to conceal what he
is.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.
Bear and forbear.
Bear and forbear.
Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft.
Of a pigs taile you can never make a good shaft.
At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!