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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.
All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.
All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.
Poverty needs much, avarice everything.
Poverty needs much, avarice everything.
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.
He that hath one foot in the straw, hath another in the spittle.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
A countenance inconceivably forbidding.
Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.
Give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself.
Who hath a Wolfe for his mate, needes a Dog for his man.
Who hath a Wolfe for his mate, needes a Dog for his man.
It's a proud horse that will not carry his owne provender.
It's a proud horse that will not carry his owne provender.
