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My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
'Tis too much proved,--that with devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
The way is an ill neighbour.
The way is an ill neighbour.
He who would not be indolent, let him fall in love.
He who would not be indolent, let him fall in love.
And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.
And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
Such a Saint, such an offering.
Such a Saint, such an offering.
