He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.

He quits his place well, that leaves his friend there.

There rose no day, there roll'd no hour
Of pleasure unembitter'd;
And not a trapping deck'd my read more

There rose no day, there roll'd no hour
Of pleasure unembitter'd;
And not a trapping deck'd my power,
That gall'd not while it glitter'd.

Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.

Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.

None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most
delighted.

None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most
delighted.

You needn't remind me of that.

You needn't remind me of that.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.