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Children blessings seem, but torments are;
When young, our folly, and when old our...
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by...
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers,
That labour to o'ercome the cloud that loads...
Honest men
are the soft easy cushions on which knaves
Repose and fatten.