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 To do me good and slay me. But take heed; I say, be wary; look between thy feet, Lest a snare take them though the ground be good.

Shame may do most where fear is found most weak; That which for shame's sake yet I have not done, Shall it be done for fear's? Take thine own way; Better the foot slip than the whole soul swerve.

The man is choice and exquisite of mouth; Yet in the end a curse shall curdle it.

He goes with cloak upgathered to the lip, Holding his eye as with some ill in sight.

A bitter ill he hath i' the way thereof, And it shall burn the sight out as with fire.

Speak no such word whereto mischance is kin.

Out of my heart and by fate's leave I speak.

Set not thy heart to follow after fate.