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Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself
feared?
Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself
feared?
Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.
Giving is dead, restoring very sicke.
Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
Hee that lives ill, feare followes him.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
There are many waies to fame.
There are many waies to fame.
