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 Or glitter'd to my sight, As when the beams Have their reflected light Danc'd by the streams.

How can I choose but love and follow her Whose shadow smells like milder pomander? How can I choose but kiss her, whence does come The storax, spikenard, myrrh, and laudanum? Pomander, ball of scent.

Great men by small means oft are overthrown; He's lord of thy life who contemns his own.

All things are open to these two events, Or to rewards, or else to punishments.

Shame is a bad attendant to a state: He rents his crown that fears the people's hate.