But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
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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.

A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.

A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Let him fry in his own grease.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.

You can drive out nature with a pitchfork but she keeps on coming
back.

You can drive out nature with a pitchfork but she keeps on coming
back.

The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
[The wearer knows best where the shoe pinches.]

The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
[The wearer knows best where the shoe pinches.]

In doubtful matters boldness is everything.

In doubtful matters boldness is everything.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.