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My sister and my sister's child,
Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise: so you must read more
My sister and my sister's child,
Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise: so you must ride
On horseback after me.
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.
Too much of anything is bad.
Too much of anything is bad.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his
love of possessing wealth.
He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his
love of possessing wealth.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.
Honour without profit is a ring on the finger.
After supper walk a mile.
After supper walk a mile.
Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.
Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.
