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She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more
She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.
He that once deceives is ever suspected.
He that once deceives is ever suspected.
Integrity is praised and starves.
Integrity is praised and starves.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
For without transformation
Men become wolves on every slight occasion.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath a wherefore.
One day unfolds it and one day destroys.
One day unfolds it and one day destroys.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it
will turn sour.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it
will turn sour.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
