Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
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Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pygmy's straw does pierce it.

In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you
to eat his pears.

In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you
to eat his pears.

Never was strumpet faire.

Never was strumpet faire.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Be cheerful, if you are wise.

Be cheerful, if you are wise.

Disgraces are like cherries, one drawes another.

Disgraces are like cherries, one drawes another.