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I'll have a fling.
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Something given that way.
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I'll put a spoke among your wheels.
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Death hath so many doors to let out life.
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Of all the paths lead to a woman's lovePity's the straightest.
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'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,Which being restrained, a heart is broken.
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Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;I see you have a singing face.
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John Fletcher |
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Though I say't that should not say't.
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John Fletcher |
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What mare's nest hast thou found?
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Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
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John Fletcher |
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Sing a song of sixpence.
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From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.
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As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
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John Fletcher |
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Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
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That soul that canBe honest is the only perfect man.
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John Fletcher |
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Charity and treating begin at home.
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John Fletcher |
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Let them learn first to show pity at home.
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John Fletcher |
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He 'as had a stinger.
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John Fletcher |
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Speak boldly, and speak truly, shame the devil.
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John Fletcher |
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Whistle, and she'll come to you.
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John Fletcher |
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Let the world slide.
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John Fletcher |
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Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.
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John Fletcher |
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I'll put that in my considering cap.
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John Fletcher |
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Drink today, and drown all sorrow;You shall perhaps not do't tomorrow.
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John Fletcher |
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And he that will to bed go soberFalls with the leaf in October.
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John Fletcher |
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Let no man fear to die: We love to sleep all,And death is but the sounder sleep.
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John Fletcher |
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One good turn deserves another.
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John Fletcher |
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This is a pretty flimflam.
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John Fletcher |
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There is no jesting with edge tools.
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John Fletcher |
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This is a gimcrackThat can get nothing but new fashions on you.
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There's nothing that allays an angry mindSo soon as a sweet beauty.
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'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
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