How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
And the temples of his gods?

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.

The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.

The Apothecaries morter spoiles the Luters musick.

Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.

Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.

What is the sin which is not
Sin in itself? Can circumstance make sin
Or virtue?

What is the sin which is not
Sin in itself? Can circumstance make sin
Or virtue?

You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.

You have but fed on the roses, and lain in the lilies of life.

Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.

Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.