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The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
Hold their nose to the grindstone.
The big thieves hang the little ones.
The big thieves hang the little ones.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
We believe not a liar, even when he is speaking the truth.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
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My days of love are over: me no more
The charms of maid, wife, and still less of widow,
Can make the fool of; that they made before:
In fact I must not lead the life I did do.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
