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.

For the labourer is worthy of his hire.

For the labourer is worthy of his hire.

In a long journey straw waighs.

In a long journey straw waighs.

Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has
learnt.

Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has
learnt.

What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

The spirits run riot in youth.

The spirits run riot in youth.

The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne.

The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne.

He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe.

He that praiseth himselfe spattereth himselfe.

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth
knowledge increaseth sorrow.

For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth
knowledge increaseth sorrow.