While the discreet advise, the foole doth his busines.

While the discreet advise, the foole doth his busines.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Ty it well, and let it goe.

Ty it well, and let it goe.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

Pull downe your hatt on the winds side.

There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.

Old wine, and an old friend, are good provisions.

It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.

It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.