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Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart.
Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?
Now o'er his tomb and happy ashes will not violets spring?
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
Every man makes a god of his own desire.
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
Who that has reason, and his smell,
Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you
embrace another.
In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you
embrace another.
A little labour, much health.
A little labour, much health.
Gloriously false. [Like Rahab.]
Gloriously false. [Like Rahab.]
