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Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
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Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.
It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.
It is good to hold the asse by the bridle.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.
Great paines quickly find ease.
Great paines quickly find ease.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
