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The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some read more
The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring)
From the cursed soil some dang'rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
None is borne Master.
None is borne Master.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind
without rain.
Whoso boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind
without rain.
No herb can remedy the anguish of love.
No herb can remedy the anguish of love.
If you wish to be good, first believe that you are bad.
If you wish to be good, first believe that you are bad.
You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one
Anvile.
You must strike in measure, when there are many to strike on one
Anvile.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.
Reason lies betweene the spurre and the bridle.