Quote #28
Apoplexie and lethargie, As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.
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- Turning our seed-wheat-kennel tares, To burn-grain thistle, and to vaporie darnel, Cockle, wild oats, rough burs, corn-cumbring Tares.
- Living from hand to mouth.
- Which serves for cynosure To all that sail upon the sea obscure.
- Dog, ounce, bear, and bull, Wolfe, lion, horse.
- Two souls in one, two hearts into one heart.
- Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.
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