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To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.
To weepe for joy is a kinde of Manna.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.
Hee begins to die, that quits his desires.
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
O rare protector of the sheep, a wolf!
O rare protector of the sheep, a wolf!
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every read more
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
The Fox knowes much, but more he that catcheth him.
The Fox knowes much, but more he that catcheth him.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
