Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

The first dish pleaseth all.

The first dish pleaseth all.

I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire.

I gave the mouse a hole, and she is become my heire.

Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.

Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

He who excuses himself, accuses himself.
[Fr., Qui s'excuse, s'accuse.]

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.

The eyes see not what is before them when the mind is intent on
other matters.

The eyes see not what is before them when the mind is intent on
other matters.