The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
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The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

A greater liar than the Parthians.

A greater liar than the Parthians.

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

The sweat of industry would dry and die,
But for the end it works to.

Feare, the Bedle of the Law.

Feare, the Bedle of the Law.

So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
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So may the outward shows be least themselves;
The world is still deceived with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.

A pittifull mother makes a scald head.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud.

No herb can remedy the anguish of love.

No herb can remedy the anguish of love.

The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.

The world is now adayes, God save the Conquerour.