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She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
All is grist that comes to the mill.
All is grist that comes to the mill.
He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.
He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.
None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.
None is a foole alwaies, everyone sometimes.
Thursday come, and the week's gone.
Thursday come, and the week's gone.
All delay is irksome, but it teaches us wisdom.
All delay is irksome, but it teaches us wisdom.
