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My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who read more
"Rogue that I am," he whispers to himself,
"I lie, I cheat--do anything for pelf,
But who on earth can say I am not pious?"
The brave or the fortunate can afford to laugh at envy.
The brave or the fortunate can afford to laugh at envy.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
Every one thinkes his sacke heaviest.
The market is the best garden.
The market is the best garden.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
The corne hides it self in the snow, as an old man in furrs.
