Young in limbs, in judgment old.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?

'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.

The vertue of a coward is suspition.

The vertue of a coward is suspition.

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.

Hee that goes to bed thirsty riseth healthy.
[He that goes to bed thirsty rises healthy.]

Hee that goes to bed thirsty riseth healthy.
[He that goes to bed thirsty rises healthy.]

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

That which you know, know not; and that which you see, see not.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.

There is no man, though never so little, but sometimes he can
hurt.

In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.

In time the rod
Becomes more mocked than feared.