Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to read more

Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.

Love is not found in the market.

Love is not found in the market.

This formal fool, your man, speaks naught but proverbs,
And speak men what they can to him he'll answer
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This formal fool, your man, speaks naught but proverbs,
And speak men what they can to him he'll answer
With some rhyme, rotten sentence, or old saying,
Such spokes as ye ancient of ye parish use.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

An old Physitian, and a young Lawyer.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.

Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.

And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.

And there stalks Discord delighted with her torn mantle.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.