Every bees hony is sweet.

Every bees hony is sweet.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.

And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
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And there is a worm in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.

Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

Still fisheth he that catcheth one.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Get money, money still!
And then let virtue follow, if she will.

Be what thou wouldst seeme to be.

Be what thou wouldst seeme to be.

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.

Praise none too much, for all are fickle.