Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.
Man is no star, but a quick coalOf mortal fire:Who blows it not, nor doth controlA faint desire,
The best mirror is an old friend.
Woe be to him that reads but one book.
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,Guiltie of dust and sin.
Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
Having been tenant long to a rich Lord, Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto him, to affordA new small-rented lease, and cancell th’ old.In heaven at his manour I...
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