I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

It's no sure rule to fish with a cros-bow.

A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.

A scepter is one thing, and a ladle another.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

He that hath the spice, may season as he list.

Many have an irresistible itch for writing.

Many have an irresistible itch for writing.

To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!

To live with them is far less sweet,
Than to remember thee!

Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.

Estate in two parishes is bread in two wallets.

A little lett lets an ill workeman.

A little lett lets an ill workeman.