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My sun has not yet set for ever.
My sun has not yet set for ever.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
Who spits against heaven, it falls in his face.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.
[Lat., Fortuna multis dat nimis, satis nulli.]
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
But why pursue the common tale?
Or wherefore show how knights prevail,
When ladies dare to hear?
But why pursue the common tale?
Or wherefore show how knights prevail,
When ladies dare to hear?
Let each man have according to his deserts.
Let each man have according to his deserts.
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.