The life of man is a winter way.

The life of man is a winter way.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

I'll potch at him some way;
Or wrath or craft may get him.

But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

'Tis godlike to have power, but not to kill.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

The sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine.

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is read more

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is
past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.

He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.

He that will do thee a good turne, either he will be gon or dye.

Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.