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Pleasure is a sweet tickling of sense, with a present joy.
The Ephemerides of Phialo (1579)
He is forced to go whom the devil drives.
The Ephemerides of Phialo (1579)
He that readeth good writers, and pickes out their flowers for his owne nose, is lyke a foole.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
He that goes to sea, must smel of the ship; and he that sayles into Poets wil savour of Pitch.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
Hyena speakes like a friend, and devoures like a Foe.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
A bad excuse is better, they say, than none at all.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
The same water that drives the mill, decayeth it.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
Let gunns to gouns, and bucklers yeeld to bookes.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
The Harpies have Virgins faces, and vultures Talentes.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
Poets are the whetstones of wit.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
The Syrens song is the Saylers wrack.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)
The Woolf jettes in Weathers felles.
The Schoole of Abuse (1579)