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By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]
You walk over red-hot lava hidden beneath treacherous ashes.
You walk over red-hot lava hidden beneath treacherous ashes.
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money.
Nothing stings us so bitterly as the loss of money.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.
Who hath no hast in his businesse, mountaines to him seeme
valleys.
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
Bear and forbear.
Bear and forbear.
And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
