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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
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Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not is our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
This oiled and curled Assyrian bull,
Smelling of musk and of insolence.
Love makes all hard hearts gentle.
Love makes all hard hearts gentle.
The House shewes the owner.
The House shewes the owner.
Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
Enjoy in happiness the pleasures which each hour brings with it.
It will please though ten times repeated.
It will please though ten times repeated.
As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
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As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again;
"Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I;
"As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow";
"Fortune assists the boldest," I reply;
"A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe";
"Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay";
"Light burden's heavy, if far borne";
Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away";
"Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
As with a little girl playing with her nurse, the toy which she
eagerly sought she soon tires of read more
As with a little girl playing with her nurse, the toy which she
eagerly sought she soon tires of and discards.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above,
For love is read more
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above,
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
