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| Eating | For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me! |
| Eating | I fear it is too choleric a meat. How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled? |
| Eating | What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? |
| Eating | My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast. |
| Eating | Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. |
| Eating | But that our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders Digest it with a custom, I should blush To see you so attired, swoon, I think, To show myself a glass. |
| Economy | Have more than thou showest,Speak less than thou knowest. |
| End | All's well that ends well, still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown. |
| End | The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. |
| Envy | Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous. |
| Envy | My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations Against this man, whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at, Ye blew the fire that burns ye, now have at ye! |
| Envy | We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves And spend our flatteries to drink those men Upon whose age we void it up again With poisonous spite and envy. |
| Envy | Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew, Thou mak'st thy knife keen, but no metal can-- No, not the hangman's axe--bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy. |
| Errors | So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on th' inventors' heads. |
| Errors | Ah, poor our sex! this fault in us I find, The error of our eye directs our mind. What error leads must error. |
| Eternity | He wants nothing of a god but eternity and a heaven to throne in. |
| Example | He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. |
| Excuses | And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. |
| Expectation | Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits. |
| Expectation | I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. |
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