God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.

God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.

Every accusation against a fallen man gains credence.

Every accusation against a fallen man gains credence.

Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.

Neither eyes on letters, nor hands in coffers.

A gentlemans grayhound, and a salt-box; seeke them at the fire.

A gentlemans grayhound, and a salt-box; seeke them at the fire.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

I have been a soldier,
Till the helm hath worn those aged temples bare.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a read more

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.