No love is foule, nor prison fair.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang
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Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang
To step aside is human.

Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

Thou will scare be a man before thy mother.

Whither art thou rushing to destruction?

Whither art thou rushing to destruction?

He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.

He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.

Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.

God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.