One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.

One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

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.

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.

Make three bites of a cherry.

Make three bites of a cherry.

Musick helps not the tooth-ach.

Musick helps not the tooth-ach.

I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'

I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no
colors.'

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.