A wounded spirit who can bear?

A wounded spirit who can bear?

Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.

Corne is cleaned with winde, and the soule with chastnings.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.

But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.

Say to pleasure, Gentle Eve, I will none of your apple.

Say to pleasure, Gentle Eve, I will none of your apple.

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more

The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.

Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
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Be stirring as the time, be fire with fire;
Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging horror.

Some good lessons
Are also learnt from Ceres and from Bacchus,
Without whom Venus will not long read more

Some good lessons
Are also learnt from Ceres and from Bacchus,
Without whom Venus will not long attack us.

So live with an inferior as you would wish a superior to live
with you.

So live with an inferior as you would wish a superior to live
with you.