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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.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.
Not a long day, but a good heart rids worke.
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!
The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.
The man that heweth over high,
Some chip falleth in his eye.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
The beast that goes alwaies never wants blowes.
Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.
Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a
living tomb.
Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,
Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,
Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
