Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.

Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

What we can have as a matter of course, is not valued; what is
denied we eagerly covet.

What we can have as a matter of course, is not valued; what is
denied we eagerly covet.

The question is yet before the court.

The question is yet before the court.

Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.

Hee that knowes what may bee gained in a day never steales.

The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike
the melancholy.

The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike
the melancholy.

Bad beginnings, bad endings.

Bad beginnings, bad endings.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

And wer't not madness then
To make the fox surveyor of the fold.

Simple is the language of truth.

Simple is the language of truth.