Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant King, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu wee, to witta woo!
Thomas Nashe
Beauty is but a flower which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air
beauty flower air
A traveler must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing
travel dog mouth eat hear traveler tongue bear
From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!
good winter lord plague
Blest is that government where no art thrives.
government art
Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior.
the-public
Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour.
beauty
dance maid
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