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Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
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Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food--
Such are the poor, in health--or else a feast
And takes away the stomach-- such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an
ill, it doubles his fault.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the read more
It's a poore sport that's not worth the candle.
[It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.]
What lies concealed is unknown; there can be no desire for what
is not known.
What lies concealed is unknown; there can be no desire for what
is not known.
