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A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
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.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.
Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.
Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.
Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled
Enemy.
Take heed of winde that comes in at a hole, and a reconciled
Enemy.
Laughter holding both his sides.
Laughter holding both his sides.
