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He that will be served must bee patient.
He that will be served must bee patient.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.
He that hath hornes in his bosom, let him not put them on his
head.
How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
And the temples of his gods?
Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.
An ill wound is cured, not an ill name.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end,
But who can with fate and quart bumpers contend?
Though Fate said, a hero should perish ill light;
So up rose bright Phoebus, and down fell the knight.
All our pompe the earth covers.
All our pompe the earth covers.
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Oh, sweet youth, how soon it fades!
Sweet joys of youth, how fleeting!
Let him love none and be by none beloved!
Let him love none and be by none beloved!
