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Good is the mora that makes all sure.
Good is the mora that makes all sure.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
The fellow is either a madman or a poet.
Fair words butter no parsnips.
Fair words butter no parsnips.
The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.
The fault of the horse is put on the saddle.
He claims a monopoly in friendship.
He claims a monopoly in friendship.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty.
Hee that marries for wealth sells his liberty.
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money.
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money.
