ThursdayOct 16, 2025
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Judge not the play before the play be done.
We that acquaint ourselves with every zone And pass both tropics and behold the poles, When we come home are to ourselves unknown And unacquainted still with our own souls.
Our life so fast away doth slide As doth an hungry eagle through the wind; Or as a ship transported with the tide, Which in their passage leave no print behind.
Zeal without knowledge is the sister of folly.
Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout— Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.
I know my life's a pain, and but a span; I know my sense is mocked in ev'ry thing: And to conclude, I know myself a man, Which is a proud, and yet a wretched thing.
I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.
The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn.
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