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He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
My house, my house, though thou art small, thou art to me the
Escuriall.
To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!
To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
You cannot hide an eele in a sacke.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
There come nought out of the sacke but what was there.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.
Speech is silvern, silence is golden.
Speech is silvern, silence is golden.
Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?
Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?
