Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of read more

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
'Tis the same with common natures,
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But, be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

Hope is a waking dream.

Hope is a waking dream.

There's always a shot in the locker.

There's always a shot in the locker.

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]

A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

A Daniel still say I, a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

Let the blacksmith wear the chains he has himself made.

Let the blacksmith wear the chains he has himself made.

Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!

Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!