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For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
The man, that mocks at it, and sets it light.
As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon read more
As saith the proverb of the ancients, Wickedness proceedeth from
the wicked: but mine hand shall not be upon thee.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
Her grief is real who grieves when no one is by.
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
Every sound alarms. [A guilty conscience.]
The silver livery of advised age.
The silver livery of advised age.
Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.
Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
