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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
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But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.
The good mother sayes not, Will you? but gives.
Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.
Let them call it mischief;
Then it is past and prosper'd, 'twill be virtue.
Live for today for tomorrow never comes.
Live for today for tomorrow never comes.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
There is a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
