How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
And the temples of his gods?

And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.

To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.

It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
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It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.]

Idleness induces caprice.

Idleness induces caprice.

My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.

My soul is dark! oh quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear.

Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void
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The Divell never assailes a man, except he find him either void
of knowledge, or of the fear of God.