The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!

O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop!

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a
shrew.]

In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a
shrew.]

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

New customs,
Though they be never so ridiculous,
(Nay, let 'em be unmanly), yet are followed.

Building is a sweet impoverishing.

Building is a sweet impoverishing.

Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
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Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey.

Dearths foreseene come not.

Dearths foreseene come not.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.