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Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.
Don't shit on your own doorstep.
Don't shit on your own doorstep.
He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.
He that gives all before hee dies provides to suffer.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.
The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.
The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.
Every ill man hath his ill day.
Every ill man hath his ill day.
When you have set yourself a task finish it.
When you have set yourself a task finish it.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
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Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
