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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
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.
Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.
Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.
He that goeth farre hath many encounters.
He that goeth farre hath many encounters.
He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.
He that hath a head of waxe must not walke in the sunne.
Night is the mother of Councels.
Night is the mother of Councels.
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
But, oh! the love that gold must crown!
