No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress-
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
No, I defy all counsel, all redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress-
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
Youthful rashness skips like a hare over the meshes of good counsel.
Heaven keep me from such counsel!
Thy counsel, lad, smells of no cowardice.
If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give
him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love
upon him.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into my ears as profitless As water in a seive.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puffd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. counsel.
Good counsel, marry; learn it, learn it, Marquis.
For when we rage, advice is often seen By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
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