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Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
Whether goest, griefe? where I am wont.
The back-doore robs the house.
The back-doore robs the house.
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
Rare is the union of beauty and modesty.
Rare is the union of beauty and modesty.
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may read more
He that fights and runs away,
Will live to fight another day;
For he that runs may fight again,
Which he can never do that's slain.
Deeper to wound she shuns the fight;
She drops her arms, to gain the field:
Secures her conquest by her flight:
And triumphs when she seems to yield.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Dearths foreseene come not.
Dearths foreseene come not.
