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No love is foule, nor prison fair.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
An idle head is a boxe for the winde.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters read more
It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave
fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow read more
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone,
And still a new to-morrow does come on.
We by to-morrow draw out all our store,
Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
The gods alone know, what kind of wife a man will have.
The gods alone know, what kind of wife a man will have.
He that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.
He that repeateth a matter separateth very friends.
