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Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Man Proposeth, God disposeth.
Man Proposeth, God disposeth.
A poore mans Cow dies a rich mans child.
A poore mans Cow dies a rich mans child.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth.
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
chasteneth him betimes.
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever
more shall we be able to read more
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever
more shall we be able to recall it.
Simple is the language of truth.
Simple is the language of truth.
