France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

France is a meddow that cuts thrice a yeere.

Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.

Perversnes makes one squint ey'd.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The
rolling snow-ball.]

Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The
rolling snow-ball.]

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
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Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.

A man well mounted is ever Cholerick.

A man well mounted is ever Cholerick.