John Cleveland Quotes
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I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
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Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
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Like an ambassador that beds a queenWith the nice caution of a sword between.
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Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
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He that to ancient wreaths can bring no moreFrom his own worth, dies bankrupt on the score.
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The marigold, whose courtier's faceEchoes the sun, and doth unlaceHer at his rise, at his full stopPacks and shuts up her gaudy shop.
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My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.