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Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
The deafe gaines the injury.
The deafe gaines the injury.
Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.
Hee hath not liv'd, that lives not after death.
Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.
Reckon right, and February hath one and thirty daies.
Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to read more
Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow,
Leave things of the future to fate;
What's the use to anticipate sorrow?
Life's troubles come never too late.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.
Praise none too much, for all are fickle.