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.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

Then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
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There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.

One stroke fells not an oke.

One stroke fells not an oke.

Turn about is fair play.

Turn about is fair play.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.

The filth under the white snow, the sunne discovers.