My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.

There's a glide time coming.

There's a glide time coming.

To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.

To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.

Give loosers leave to talke.

Give loosers leave to talke.

Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.

Hee goes not out of his way, that goes to a good Inne.

Know all and you will pardon all.

Know all and you will pardon all.

Tarred with the same stick.

Tarred with the same stick.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang read more

You may break, you may shatter the vase, as you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.