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His fear was greater than his haste:
For fear, though fleeter than the wind,
Believes 'tis always left behind.
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
Like men condemned to thunderbolts,
Who, ere the blow, become mere dolts.
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
What mad lover ever dy'd,
To gain a soft and gentle bride?
Or for a lady tender-hearted,
In purling streams or hemp departed?
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
With books and money placed, for show
Like nest eggs, to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
'Tis true no lover has that pow'r
T' enforce a desperate amour,
As he that has two strings t' his bow,
And burns for love and money too.
Hudibras, Part III (1678)
After he had administer'd a dose
Of snuff mundungus to his nose;
And powder'd th' inside of his skull,
Instead of th' outward jobbernol,
He shook it with a scornful look
On th' adversary, and thus he spoke.
Hudibras, Part III (1678)