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O, who would live turmoiled in the court,
It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
Didst thou never hear
Alas! methinks it were a happy life
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Ceremony Was but devised at first to set a gloss On false hearts, hollow welcomes; But where there is true friendship there needs none.
I am not of that feather, to shake off
I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, than my own life.
Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd
What is it that you would impart to me !
Thou art noble, yet I see
When I tell him, he hates flatterers, He says, he does;—being then most flattered.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good : so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
Thou hast describ'd
You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger, as the flint bears fire, Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
O hateful Error, Melancholy’s child,
His life was gentle, and the elements
He, that can endure." To
'Tis Slander, Whose edge issharper thanthesword; whose tongue Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and States, Maids, Matrons; nay, the secrets of the grave, This viperous Slander enters.
Foundations fly the wretched; such at least Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars
told me I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie, That have afflictions on them 2–Yet, no wonder, When rich ones scarce tell true; to lapse infulness, Is sorer than to lie for need; and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.
Our stomachs o Will make what's homely, savoury. Weariness ' Can snore upon the flint, when native sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Are we not brothers?—So man and manshould be;
Those that I reverence, those I fear;-the wise. At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Kneel not to me.
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Lose not a noble friend on vain suppose,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
Infirmity doth still neglect all office