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Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.
Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
Hee that wipes the childs nose, kisseth the mothers cheeke.
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate read more
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of
ts owner.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of
ts owner.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
