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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
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Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
The soule needs few things, the body many.
The soule needs few things, the body many.
Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.
He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
With no more sign of wisdom than a beard.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
Grief diminishes when it has nothing to grow upon.
Grief diminishes when it has nothing to grow upon.
