Philip Massinger

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
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I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
Mine own could not contain.

Nor custom, nor example, nor cast numbers
Of such as do offend, make less the sin.

Nor custom, nor example, nor cast numbers
Of such as do offend, make less the sin.

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their read more

We, that would be known
The father of our people, in our study,
And vigilance for their safety, must not change
Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from
The secure shade of their own vines, to be
Scorched with the flames of war.

You may boldly say, you did not plough
Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands
With the read more

You may boldly say, you did not plough
Or trust the barren and ungrateful sands
With the fruitful grain of your religious counsels.