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Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.
Fly the pleasure that bites to morrow.
We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.
We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.
Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
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Look here, he cries (to give him words):
Thou feathered clay, thou scum of birds!
Look here, thou vile, predestined sinner,
Doomed to be roasted for a dinner.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
No day is wholly unproductive of good.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
That things ill got had ever bad success?
The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly.
The chiefe disease that raignes this yeare is folly.
Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
Fortune to one is Mother, to another is Step-mother.
Comparisons are odious.
Comparisons are odious.
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
The secret wound still lives within the breast.
[Lat., Tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus.]
