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Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.

Ben Jonson

No simple word That shall be uttered at our mirthful board, Shall make us sad next morning; or affright The liberty that we’ll enjoy to-night.
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Morning Regret Simple
Peace is never more than one thought away.
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Away Harmony More Peace
When a virtuous man is raised, it brings gladness to his friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
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Enemy Grief Men
I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess, and nearer a vice than a virtue.
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Compassion Justice Weakness
Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.
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Faces Home House
It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.
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Dear Estimation Hypocrisy
That old bald cheater, Time.
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Bald Cheater Old Time
A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.
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Aspersion Choose Good Journey Men
Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
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Fall Love Stars
Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.
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Age Example Fallen Good Youth
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
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Chair Light Queens Seated Sleep
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
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Illness Neurosis Sick
They, who know no evil, will suspect none.
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Evil Knows Suspect
It is virtue that gives glory; that will endenizen a man everywhere.
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Giving Men Virtue
Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?
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Doors Judgment Lying Treasure
It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could’st make the time to do so too; I’ll wind thee up no more.
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Enough Pulse Sleep Time Wind

Hang sorrow, care’ll kill a cat.

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