Ye tradeful Merchants, that, with weary toil, Do seek most precious things to make your gain,...

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Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

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Walked forth to ease my pain Along the shore of silver streaming Thames,...

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Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.

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Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare, Hys pleasaunt pipe, whych made us meriment,...

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What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.

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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

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A stern discipline pervades all nature, which is a little cruel that it may be very kind.

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That through thy prowess and victorious arms, Thy country may be freed from foreign harms;...

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