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At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.
As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.
As the yeere is, your pot must seeth.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats of arms.
Promising is the eve of giving.
Promising is the eve of giving.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.
It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the
supporting pillar being removed, the read more
It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the
supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should
collapse in ruin.
Life is halfe spent before we know what it is.
Life is halfe spent before we know what it is.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.
