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One swallow makes not a summer. |
One swallow maketh no summer. |
The swallow follows not summer. |
All is not gold that glistreth. |
All is not gold that glisters. |
All that glisters is not gold. |
He that gives quickly, gives twice. |
He who gives quickly, gives twice. |
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God and St. George! |
God and St. George! |
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Might overcomes right. |
Might overcomes right. |
O God, that right should overcome this might. |
He who does not rise with the sun does not enjoy the
day. |
To rise early is very healthy. Diliculo surgere
saluberrimum est. |
Diliculo surgere, thou knowest. |
Ingratitude is the daughter of pride, and one of the
greatest sins. |
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! |
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fuller of anger than revenge |
more in sorrow than in anger. |
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At night all cats are grey. |
All colours will agree in the dark. |
The cat is gray. |
Gods helpe is better than early rising. |
It is better to have God's help than to keep getting up
early. |
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He that is warned is half armed. |
Warned and half armed. |
Look to it well, and say you are well warned. |
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. |
The bird that has been limed in a bush misdoubteth every
bush. |
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Know thyself. |
Know thyself. |
Know thyself. |
Look not a given horse in the mouth. |
To look a given horse in the mouth. |
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All you have said and done is levelled out by the line of
Reason . . . If the Statutes and Ordinances of Knight
Errantry were lost, they might be found again in your brest,
as in their own Storehouse and Register. |
Knowledge is a rich Storehouse (promus) for the glory of
the Creator and the relief of man's estate. Advancement of
Learning. |
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The weakest go to the walls. |
The weakest goes to the wall. |
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through narrow chinkes and Cranyes |
revealing day through every cranny peepes |
revealing day through every cranny spies. |
It is such, as is able to make make marble relent. |
for stone at rain relenteth. |
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All comparisons are odious. |
Comparisons are odorous: palabras, neighbour Verges. |
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the Rampire or fortresse of Widdowes. |
our rampired gates. |
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The honest woman gets not a good name only with being
good, but in appearing so. |
Machievel, directs men to have little regard for virtue
itself, but only for the show and public reputation of
it. |
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. |
the naked truth |
the naked truth. |
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Honours change manners. |
What is breeding that changeth thus his manners? |
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the labyrinth of confusions. |
lost in the labyrinth of thy fury. |
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I know where my shoe wrings me. |
My self can tell best where my shoe wrings me |
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I confesse truely to you, there is no kinde of life more
unquiet, nor more full of feares than ours. I have fallen
into it by I know not what desires of revenge, that have
power to trouble the most quiet hearts. |
Revenge is a kind of wild Justice. In taking revenge a
man is but even with his enemy. A man that studieth revenge
keeps his own wounds green. |
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, blood and
revenge are hammering in my head. |
Dulcinea of Tobosa, the subject on which the extremitie
of all commendations may rightly be conferred, how
hyperbolicall soever it may be. |
The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in
nothing but in love. |
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If the blinde guide the blinde, both will be in danger to
fall into the pit. |
This makes poor lovers uses as blind horses, ever going
round about in a wheel; when blind love leads blind fortune,
how can they keep out of the ditch? |
Fortune is painted blind. |
Fortune is a drunken, longing woman, and withall blinde,
so shee sees not what she doth; neither knowes whom she
casts down, or whom she raiseth up. |
If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see
Fortune: for though she be blind, yet she is not
invisible. |
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, whether love
lead fortune, or else fortune love. |
Everyone is the sonne of his own workes. |
But chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own
hands. |
when we are sick in Fortune -- often the surfeit of our
own behaviour. |
An untruth is so much the more pleasing, by how much
nearer it resembles the truth. |
A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure, . . . |
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Between a woman's aye and no, I would be loth to put a
pins point. |
Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's
point. |
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The manner wherewithall you have recounted this
marvailous success, hath been such, as it may be paryangond
to the novelty and the strangenesse of the event itself. |
He hath achieved a maid that paragons description and
wild fame. |
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She pulled out a great Pin, or rather, a little
Bodkin. |
when he himself might his quietus make with a bare
bodkin? |
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I was born free |
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I was born free. |
I burne in the frost, |
I do, yet dare not say |
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