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Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.
Hee that hath right, feares; he that hath wrong, hopes.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want read more
Weeds are shallow-rooted,
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
To make a mountain of a mole-hill.
To make a mountain of a mole-hill.
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my read more
I make a declaration every spring,
Of reformation ere the year run out,
But somehow this my vestal vary takes wing.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
Whom drink made wits, though nature made them fools.
