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Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

Live Loath'd And Long, Most Smiling, Smooth, Detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, Affable Wolves, Meek Bears, You Fools Of Fortune, Trencher Friends, Time Flies Cap And Knee Slaves, Vapors, And Minute Jacks.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe