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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
That things ill got had ever bad success?
Alas! methinks it were a happy life
To be no better than a homely swain ;-
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Was but devised at first to set a gloss
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
With precepts, that would make invincible
What is it that you would impart to me?
Thou art noble, yet I see
When I tell him, he hates flatterers, 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
A hot friend cooling.-Ever note,
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger, as the flint bears fire,
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ;
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
O hateful Error, Melancholy's child,
His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up,
And say to all the world, This was a man !
He, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
There is a prohibition so divine,
Foundations fly the wretched; such at least Where they should be reliev'd. Two beggars
I could not miss my way. Will poor folks lie,
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 man should be;
Those that I reverence, those I fear;-the wise. At fools I laugh, not fear them.
Kneel not to me.
The power that I have on you, is to spare you; The malice towards you, to forgive you.-Live, And deal with others better.
Lose not a noble friend on vain suppose,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
Infirmity doth still neglect all office
Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body.