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The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

In The Kingdome Of A Cheater The Wallet Is Carried Before.

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.