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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.
Flies are busiest about leane horses.
Flies are busiest about leane horses.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
Hee looseth nothing, that looseth not God.
Hee looseth nothing, that looseth not God.
Originality provokes originality.
Originality provokes originality.
He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter,
or as a fool to the correction read more
He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter,
or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the
snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.
