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Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more
Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."
Our praises are our wages.
Our praises are our wages.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
And I loved her for having pitied them.
He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.
He that beleeveth all, misseth; hee that beleeveth nothing, hitts
not.
The market is the best garden.
The market is the best garden.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Time is the Rider that breakes youth.
Time is the Rider that breakes youth.
The naming of one man amounts to the exclusion of another.
The naming of one man amounts to the exclusion of another.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.