This was a way to thrive, and he was blest;
And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.
This was a way to thrive, and he was blest;
And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow
enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain
as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his
brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of
cuckolds, a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his
brother's leg-to what form but that he is, should wit larded with
malice, and malice forced with wit, turn him to?
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
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