Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a read more

Fill the cup and fill the can,
Have a rouse before the morn;
Every minute dies a man,
Every minute one is born.

The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick
sleepes.

The Chollerick drinkes, the Melancholick eats, the Flegmatick
sleepes.

For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
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For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her
mouth is smoother than oil:
But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

Whither goest thou?
[Lat., Quo vadis?]

Whither goest thou?
[Lat., Quo vadis?]

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
That he suspects none.

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
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Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

The bit that one eates, no friend makes.

The bit that one eates, no friend makes.

Much money makes a Countrey poor, for it sets a dearer price on
every thing.

Much money makes a Countrey poor, for it sets a dearer price on
every thing.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.

The more the eggs, the worse the hatch,
The more the fish, the worse the catch.