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Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion.
Who would doe ill ne're wants occasion.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, read more
She only said, My life is dreary,
He cometh not, she said;
She said I am aweary, aweary,
Oh God, that I were dead.
God keep me from false friends!
God keep me from false friends!
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
Let me play the fool;
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
'Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another.
Snuffling through his nose some stale joke.
Snuffling through his nose some stale joke.
