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Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.