He that hath children, all his morsels are not his owne.

He that hath children, all his morsels are not his owne.

Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

Fortune is never satisfied with bringing one sorrow.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?

Neither bribe nor loose thy right.

Neither bribe nor loose thy right.

Vertue never growes old.

Vertue never growes old.

As is the mother, so is her daughter.

As is the mother, so is her daughter.

All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
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All that's bright must fade,--
The brightest still the fleetest;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.

This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.