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There is more talke then trouble.
There is more talke then trouble.
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?
Whither, O god of wine, art thou hurrying me, whilst under thy
all-powerful influence?
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
He that hath a mouth of his owne, must not say to another; Blow.
He that hath a mouth of his owne, must not say to another; Blow.
Once let good faith be abandoned, and all social existence would
perish.
Once let good faith be abandoned, and all social existence would
perish.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.