Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

A wise man cares not for what he cannot have.

A wise man cares not for what he cannot have.

What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.

What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.

O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

The sun sets without thy assistance.

The sun sets without thy assistance.

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.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]

To be too busie gets contempt.

To be too busie gets contempt.