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Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.
God complaines not, but doth what is fitting.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
A hand may first, and then a lip be kiss'd.
Beauty drawes more then oxen.
Beauty drawes more then oxen.
In time comes he whom God sends.
In time comes he whom God sends.
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
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How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who inward searched, have livers white as milk!
