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He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter,
or as a fool to the correction read more
He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter,
or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;
Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the
snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.
Nature made the fields and man the cities.
Nature made the fields and man the cities.
What were vices have become the fashion of the day.
What were vices have become the fashion of the day.
Something must be allowed to custom.
Something must be allowed to custom.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For read more
Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us
solace ourselves with loves.
For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey.
A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.
A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.
Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.
Of all smells, bread: of all tasts, salt.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
Harp not on that string, madam; that is past.
